Peng Xiu's end

Inside his mind, Xiang Yu could practically hear the Divine Emperor screaming in protest. In his mind he said, "I am ignoring you."

Just like Lian and Mei predicted the Divine Emperor's voice trailed off, muttering things like, "You vixen," and "Oh, my innocent son, you ruined him."

Han Xin noticed the shift in Xiang Yu's expression, concern etching his features. He leaned in, rubbing Xiang Yu's cheek with the tip of his nose. "What is wrong?" His warm breath brushed against Xiang Yu's skin, sending tingles racing through him.

"It's nothing," Xiang Yu replied, forcing a light tone. "I thought I heard a fly buzzing." He leaned in, capturing Han Xin's lips in a soft kiss. "A very annoying fly."

The Divine Emperor, "???"

Han Xin's brow furrowed in confusion. "What fly?" he asked, his hand sliding down Xiang Yu's waist and lower back. "Is it gone?"