AN: This author is mentally exhausted. Only one chapter today. I will make it up this week.
Xiang Yu licked his lips slightly, listening to the ministers' complaints with an indifferent gaze, as if he were bored and couldn't wait to get out of there with Han Xin. Han Xin was the reason he was here anyway. Xiang Wei, standing nearby, gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to go to war for his brother at a moment's notice.
Just when the ruckus was at its peak, a dagger flew in Xiang Yu's direction. Han Xin sensed the danger and was about to push Xiang Yu out of the way when he shifted with inhuman speed. The dagger struck the backrest of his chair, its hilt trembling from the impact. Xiang Yu pulled out the dagger, his eyes glinting with something sinister.
