The head monk watched them from the garden's edge, his expression a mix of pride and sternness. "I hope you have atoned for your wrongdoing your Highness," he said, his voice carrying a weight of expectation. He stroked his beard with a satisfied look on his face like he had achieved something great.
Xiang Yu turned to look at him, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Who did this monk think he was messing with? He only didn't protest because he knew his situation but that didn't mean he would let it slide. The monk's eyes widened in fear, and he took a step back, clutching his prayer beads tighter. It was as though he had faced off with the devil.
As they left the temple grounds, Yi Nuo suggested, "Your Highness, you should get on my back. You can barely walk." They had to take him to the medical tent as soon as they reached the military camp.
