While Luo Ling began preparing for matters in the Western Regions after receiving Ji Zhao's instructions, Liu Bang gathered his old comrades in Luoyang. As long as Liu Bang did not raise sensitive matters such as replacing the Crown Prince, these men were his staunch supporters.
As night fell, Luoyang Palace blazed with light. Countless palace servants moved to and fro, while the meritorious officials chatted among themselves in the great hall.
The most conspicuous among them was naturally Han Xin, not because he held high office and great power, but precisely the opposite: he was now living in retirement.
Liu Bang had appointed him Grand Commandant, but he had declined, saying that after a lifetime of fighting, he wanted to enjoy himself. Thus, he held only the nominal title of Great General, an obvious sign that he wanted no part in politics.
Yet no one would overlook him. After Xiang Yu's death, he stood far above everyone else in the realm in the art of war.
Others feared being left idle because they could be replaced. Han Xin had no such fear. When something arose that no one could handle, he would be swiftly recalled, take up his seal of command, and march to war.
Fan Kuai approached with a smile. "Greetings, Great General. Greetings, Marquis of Anyang. When my humble son reached one month of age recently, I sent you both invitations. Unfortunately, neither of you was well enough to attend.
"The sage said that accepting generous gifts without offering thanks was not the conduct of a gentleman."
Luo Cai chuckled. "You are too kind, Marquis of Wuyang. I was in poor health and could not attend, so please consider those few gifts an apology. Your wife is a lady of noble birth, and you are a hero