Xiang Yu's glare was icy, his oppressive aura filling the room. The Imperial Lord watched his son, noting the barely contained fury. He made no move to intervene, allowing the tension to simmer.
"Maybe Father should send you to the Federation to marry one of their princes, for the sake of peace," Xiang Yu sneered, his words a calculated strike.
Peng Xiu's composure shattered as she sat up ready to fight. "Peng Xiu!" the Imperial Lord's voice thundered, silencing her outburst. She clenched her jaw, her eyes blazing with anger as she sat back down.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, the only sound the clinking of cutlery. When the appetizers were cleared away, Peng Xiu spoke again, her voice sharp. "I heard you have a new attendant. If you have no use for Han Xin, then give him to me."
