"General, please go easy on me.”

Han Zhan glanced at Peng Xiu and saw the sly smile playing on her lips, her gaze malicious. Lian, ever the one to stir trouble, yelled at the brawny soldier, "My master could beat you into next week you idiot!"

The brawny man laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Little brat, don't be delusional. Your master is weak and a woman. How can she beat me?"

Xiang Yu, who was fired up and eager to put someone in their place, placed his hand on his waist and curled his fingers, beckoning the soldier over. The brawny man stiffened, unsure if she was serious. Fighting the princess could be considered treason.

"Is it because you are scared of this weak woman?" Xiang Yu taunted, his tone dripping with disrespect. The brawny man looked to the general for permission. Han Xin, his face impassive, did nothing to stop him. Taking this as a sign, the soldier stepped forward, ready to face the princess.