The room felt stifling, filled with an oppressive tension that clung to the air like a thick fog. Peng Xiu's complexion turned an alarming shade of pale, her eyes wide with disbelief as she processed the accusations hurled at her.
Her voice erupted in a grotesque scream, a visceral sound that echoed off the walls, "You are lying! You bastard!" The words dripped with desperation, each syllable punctuated by the tremor of fear.
Xiang Yu turned to Han Xin, his expression a mask of cold calculation. "She has been spying on you for years," he said, his tone steady and unwavering, "looking for evidence that could incriminate you." The revelation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, as if the very atmosphere was complicit in the dark drama unfolding before them.
