AN: Put in extra words as atonement for yesterday. Happy reading.
"General, I-," he said, staring at the blood-stained sword while scratching the back of his head.
"I will settle scores with you later. Now get up and follow me," commanded Han Xin, his voice brooking no argument. Jun De scrambled to his feet, grabbing the sword and wiping it clean with a rag.
Han Xin strode towards his carriage. He wasn't at all surprised to see Han Zhan lounging inside comfortably. His cousin looked up and chuckled, "Cousin, I had no idea you had the habit of walking around shirtless."
Han Xin ignored his playful jab, his expression grim. He put on a fresh set of clothes making sure to cover every inch of his chest. Peng Xiu's words about him seducing her had stuck with him. Who exactly was seducing whom with their potatoes was obvious. "Let's go. There's something important."
