Xiang Yu entered his bedchamber and slumped on the couch, tugging at the top button of his uniform. The steward brought him water and was about to ask what good thing made the prince so happy when the door was knocked. The steward was about to chase whoever it was away when Xiang Yu smiled and said, "Let them in."
The steward wanted to dissuade him, as he didn't want anyone to see the crown prince in such a state, but in the end, he opened the door. Outside was the staff member he had asked to keep an eye on anything concerning Han Xin, under Xiang Yu's command, of course. The young lady whispered something, and the steward's eyes widened.
"How audacious!" the steward yelled, but not wanting to bother Xiang Yu, he lowered his voice. It was too late. Xiang Yu put down the half-drunk glass of water and asked, "What is wrong?"
"It's Han Xin, Your Highness. Someone tore his room apart, but it's not serious," the steward said.
