Han Xin reached his military tent his anger and annoyance palpable. He had always been the type of person who could keep his emotions in check even in the heat of battle. But ever since he met Peng Xiu it was like he had met his kryptonite. She kept poking and poking at him like she was testing his bottom line. It was extremely hard for him to admit that he was losing this battle.
He stood in front of the table, staring at the figurines representing his troops, his expression thoughtful and distant. He was trying to come up with war strategies but five minutes in and he was just staring thoughtlessly at the figurines. He was quite distracted with the flickering candlelight casting long shadows adding to the sombre atmosphere.
