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.
Emperor Xiang raised his sons as wastes and empty vases. Well, that was what the prime ministers saw and they even mocked the two princes in secret. What they didn’t know was that Xiang Yu was a two-faced maniac and Xiang Wei was a genius. Xiang Yu tried to keep this meek façade for a long time, but one day, at one of the vulgar parties, he lost it. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of boisterous laughter. The young masters who were drunk and arrogant, took turns mocking him. The ringleader, a particularly smug young man, sneered that he could make Crown Prince Xiang dance for him like an orangutan.
At that time Xiang Yu smirked, his eyes cold and calculating. He rose obediently, his movements smooth and unhurried. The room fell silent, the young masters watching with amused anticipation. Without warning, Xiang Yu drew a dagger from his sleeve and, in one swift motion he slit the ringleader’s throat. Blood sprayed across the room, painting the walls and floor in a gruesome tableau.
Half-clothed women screamed and fled, their cries echoing through the hall. But some women, those who had been waiting for Xiang Yu’s signal, sprang into action. With deadly precision, they turned on the remaining young masters, their blades flashing in the dim light.
The young masters’ servants rushed forward, but Xiang Yu remained calm, wiping the blood from his dagger with a cloth. The women slaughtered the servants with ruthless efficiency while the mansion was surrounded by his men.
He turned to his brother Xiang Wei, who had been waiting in the shadows and told him to send out the signal. That night chaos erupted throughout the city as all the prime ministers were attacked simultaneously. His plan had been set in motion and by the time dawn broke, he had retaken power, his enemies lying in pools of their own blood.
While he sent for his army Peng Xiu grabbed the letters he wrote to Xiang Yu and didn’t dare touch it with her hands. It was because the paper she used to write him letters was treated with an addictive substance. Each time he touched those letters he would slowly become addicted and he wouldn’t even know that he was being poisoned.
Xiang Yu was never infatuated with her. It was this substance that gave him the illusion that he was. When he read her letters his pounding heart would be soothed and he felt a great sense of relief like the words were calming his chaotic mind. Peng Xiu had to hide the evidence.
If this plan worked on Xiang Yu, she thought it would work on Han Xin. The letters she sent to the General though didn’t have the same substance because Han Xin was good at spotting poisons. She would be caught before she went far. She had to find another way to win his heart.
While the northern regiment rained down on the Zhen military camp, slaughtering their soldiers in a brutal display of power, Peng Xiu burnt those letters and also killed Xiang Wei, making it appear as though the grief of losing his brother was too much, so he ended his life. When Han Xin returned to the camp he suspected that Peng Xiu had done it but he had no proof. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
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