Xin-ge

Without another word, he turned on his heel, his movements sharp and decisive. Yi Nuo bit her lip, worry etched on her face as she followed after him. She tried to open her mouth and speak several times but she choked.

Han Xin's presence was imposing and his aura suffocating as he strode through the camp. Soldiers snapped to attention, saluting him as he passed, but they could sense his foul mood and kept their heads down. His steps were heavy, each one echoing his frustration.

Reaching the tent, Han Xin didn't hesitate. "Princess Xiu!" he called out, his voice carrying through the camp. Passersby tried to mind their own business but they failed. Their steps slowed eager to watch the show.