"Master you were so loud out there? Of course, we woke up. What, umm, what happened out there?" said Lian, tilting her head while i was nudging her to stay quiet.
Xiang Yu sighed, his anger lting away as he attempted to compose himself. "Just had an argunt with that ugly bastard," he replied, trying to sound dismissive. He hoped they didn’t see that embarrassing mont of him being suppressed by that idiot.
In their eyes, he was the all-powerful Demon King who could slaughter ten thousand at the wave of his hand, so how could he be suppressed by a soul fragnt of this broken immortal? This proud master would lose face.
"But it looked intense and master look... Your wrist is red," Lian pressed on and i reached over to cover her mouth to silence her.
Xiang Yu, "..." This venerable one had already lost face. They had seen it all. How embarrassing.
"You should see the other guy. I had a dagger to his throat, and I cut him," he said, struggling to save his image in their eyes. He had already lost face once and didn’t want to repeat the sa thing but it was too late.
The Twins’ expressions turned troubled like they were worried that he hurt Han Xin and would suffer retribution from the Divine Emperor. They were right to worry because the Divine Emperor was also scolding him in his mind.
Xiang Yu rolled his eyes while standing up. "All of you stop acting like he is so fragile. Relax, it was just a nick. He will live. Trust , he’s tougher than he looks... What you should be worried about is him losing face in his military camp," he said with a sly smile.
He was half right. The general didn’t lose face but his subordinates saw a side of him that they had never imagined they would witness. With no other source of entertainnt, the general’s little tryst with the Princess of Yige beca all they could talk about.
"Ah, my muscles are aching. It hurts everywhere, and I lost my dagger," he complained and as expected, the twins completely forgot about Han Xin. They were now concerned for their dear master. Xiang Yu wasn’t putting up an act. His muscles truly ached. He had rolled off a mountain slope and slept on the ground. If it was his body before, he wouldn’t even feel it.
He sat on the foldable bed and i volunteered to do his hair. While she was gently tugging at his lash strands, deftly braiding it, Lian was busy rolling up the straw mat and folding the quilt with practised ease. i pinned his hair up with a satisfied smile. It was fun putting her master’s hair into a girly hairdo.
Once they were ready to head out for lunch, he stood up, stretching his arms. "Let’s go," he said, but he suddenly froze, having realised that sothing was missing. With a look of confusion crossing his face, he patted his chest. His chest was as flat as before.
"Where are my oranges?" he asked looking around. He tried to recall when he had last seen them. He rembered taking them out while he was napping underneath the tree, and then i hid them in the pile of clothes. He glanced in i’s direction only to be t by their guilty looks.
They put on their best sad faces their eyes conjuring tears from the depths of their souls. This thod usually worked when their master was angry with them. "We ate them," i admitted sheepishly. "We were hungry, so we woke up and ate them." Lian acquiesced. In fact, she was the one who started this ss. The citrus sll was hard to resist so she roped her sister in and they each got an orange.
Xiang Yu rubbed his temple, a sigh escaping his lips. It was all his fault. He forgot that their last al was last night and they had missed breakfast because they were tired so of course, the oranges would be enticing. "Alright, no need to act sad. Let’s head to the cooking area in the camp to find more oranges and also find you sothing to eat."
"Master is the best!" yelled Lian as she rushed out of the tent. "Let’s go!"
The two of them followed after her. The twins skipped in front of him while chattering excitedly. As for him, he was trying his best to look inconspicuous lest soone noticed that the princess went from a B cup to a negative A cup size. He kept his head down, hoping no one would notice his deflated chest. However, it seed that all eyes were on them.
Whispers and curious glances followed their every step. The gossip about the general’s interaction with the princess of Yige had already spread like wildfire throughout the camp. It had been changed from they were arguing to they were cuddling in broad daylight. The fact that he called the general Ah-Xin and Xin-ge further fueled the flas that they were in a courtship.
When they reached the cooking area, Lian and i took their positions as lookouts, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of approaching soldiers. With a determined look, Xiang Yu climbed onto the storage cart and searched for oranges.
To his surprise, the cart was only filled with sacks of grains and piles of misshapen potatoes. Who would have thought the mighty northern regint of Yige had no fruits at all? "Tsk tsk, how pitiful," he muttered under his breath. From his mories, Zhen had an abundance of a range of fruits. There were fruit trees everywhere, so the army had a steady supply.
He sighed having realised that he would have to make do with what was available. He rummaged through the sacks, his hands sifting through the rough, earthy potatoes. Most of them were oddly shaped, making it difficult to find a pair that would serve his purpose. He needed a pair that would give the illusion that peaks on his chest were full and rounded.
After what felt like an eternity, his fingers finally closed around two potatoes that were sowhat similar in size and shape. With a satisfied smile, he placed the two potatoes inside his lapel, adjusting them carefully. They were a bit larger than the oranges, but who would notice the difference? Who would notice that he graduated from B to C overnight?
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