He watched them for a moment, a fond smile playing on his lips. They still snored like hogs just like when they were five years old. He then laid out a grass mat that he found rolled underneath the bed. He lay on the ground and covered himself with a quilt. It didn't take him long to fall asleep after that. He was so exhausted but he remained guarded.
As he drifted off to sleep the Divine Emperor got to work. His mind was filled with memories of the Xiang Yu of this world. The images played out like a vivid dream, each scene more intense than the last. It turns out Xiang Yu's father was a puppet emperor and for years he had let the clans that brought him into this position do as they pleased. There were plenty of divisions and opposing factions, resulting in a disorganized military and plundering of wealth.
