Peng Xiu, caught off guard by his admission, blurted out, "No amount of betrayal should warrant you to kill someone!" Her voice quivered with indignation. Sienna's sister brushed her hand against Sienna, worry etched across her face. An arranged marriage was one thing, but marrying a violent man was another entirely.
"Speak," the Imperial Lord commanded, his voice a low growl.
Xiang Yu gestured to the steward, who quickly left the room. Then, with a defiant look, he faced his father. "Father, weren't you the one who said the price of betrayal is blood?" he said his challenge wrapped in a smirk. The tension thickened, his words hung in the air, sharp as daggers.
The imperial lord clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. Just as he felt his composure slip away, Xiang Yu's voice cut through the silence.
