Xiang Yu reached his father's bedchamber, the ornate doors standing tall before him. He paused, glancing back at Han Xin, who stood just outside with the steward. "I will be right back," he reassured, though Han Xin's expression was reluctant. The tension hung between them, but Han Xin nodded, knowing he had no choice but to stay behind.
As the heavy door closed, the steward turned to Han Xin, his voice low but urgent. "You will get him into trouble if you keep acting like this." His words were a warning, laced with concern.
Just then, an imperial guard passed by, and both men fell silent, the weight of their conversation suspended in the air. Once the guard was gone, Han Xin spoke, his voice cold. "If you keep talking here, you will get him into trouble.
The steward wanted to retort but held his tongue. Two staff members walked past, and he could only grumble under his breath, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
