Peng Xiu's eyes flicked to the cake crumbs scattered across the small table, a look of disgust flashing across her face. She turned her gaze to Xiang Yu, her voice laced with a thin veneer of politeness. "Don't forget what you promised me, brother."
Xiang Yu, genuinely puzzled, raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
Peng Xiu's smile stiffened, but she maintained her composure. "Brother, why are you like this? Just because Han Xin is your attendant doesn't mean you should abuse him. You promised me that after he receives the rest of the punishment on your behalf tomorrow, you would hand him over to me. Don't tell me you're going back on your word."
