Xiang Yu stood up gracefully, his movements fluid and deliberate. He reached for a handful of raspberries Baihe had brought for him, their vibrant red contrasting sharply with his delicate, pale fingers. As he rose to face Yi Nuo, the crowd's murmurs grew louder, anticipation crackling in the air.
With a calm demeanour, he removed the chiffon cover-up that had been draped over his shoulders, revealing the intricate embroidery of his gown. He handed the cover-up to Baihe, who stood nearby. As Baihe took it, a chill crept up his spine. He glanced around, but everyone else seemed engrossed in the impending confrontation, their cheers and shouts filling the forest.
The source of the chill was coming from Han Xin, who was sitting under the shade of a tree a distance away. His eyes were fixed on Baihe, a storm of emotions brewing within. Every day, he had to watch Baihe attending to Peng Xiu's every need while following behind her like a tail.
