In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Her two older brothers, who had always been inseparable since childhood, suddenly erupted into an unprecedented and intense conflict in front of her. She was completely flustered and didn't know what to do.

Xiang An gently hugged Zijuan and walked out of the hall.

He needs to find Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu's mindset must be changed. The feudal lords are still in Xianyang. There is still a chance to salvage the situation!

However, Xiang An stopped outside the main hall as he walked.

A man with hope on his face stopped Xiang An, who wanted to go to find Xiang Yu.

"General," Han Xin called out earnestly to Xiang An.

"Old Han, what's the matter?" Xiang An looked at Han Xin with slight confusion, but was filled with anxiety, thinking that he had to find Xiang Yu as soon as possible.

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Chapter 946 Without happiness and stability, the war will continue

call--

Before Xiang An could ask any more questions, Han Xin knelt down in front of Xiang An without hesitation.

"I dare to be bold—please, sir, break away from Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu! And seek another way out!"

Han Xin offered no explanation, but simply knelt there, looking at Xiang An with pleading and earnest eyes, and uttered those words for the third time.

"...Old Han, I—" Xiang An was just arguing with Xiang Yu and his mind hadn't quite caught up yet.

"I believe in war, but not this kind of war!"

"If you, my lord, break away from King Xiang, you will be freed from this sea of ​​suffering. At that time, the world will be within your grasp!"

"Therefore, I humbly request that you, my lord, break away from King Xiang!"

There was no one else around, only Zijuan was still sobbing in the back hall, so she certainly couldn't hear her.

Xiang An looked at Han Xin, at Han Xin's serious gaze, opened his mouth, and what came to mind were the recent conflicts between the two brothers.

The two initially disagreed because of Tian Jia, then it was about whether or not to kill Zhang Han, and then a few days ago, Xiang Yu wanted to kill Xiong Xin, while Xiang An wanted to protect Xiong Xin.

Finally, this is the moment.

Meeting Han Xin's gaze, Xiang An, still burning with anger, was about to agree, but—

"Old Han, you just wait, this time I'm definitely going to turn his brain back on track!"

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they turned out like this.

After saying this, Xiang An stepped over Han Xin and hurriedly went to find Xiang Yu, to fulfill an impossible wish.

Han Xin's body remained firmly rooted to the spot, head held high and hands clasped, as if Xiang An were still standing there.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Xin's hand fell limply to his knees. He slumped his head, let out a long sigh, and seemed to have lost all his strength. His once upright spine bent, and he sat down on the ground.

Slowly standing up, Han Xin shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked off somewhere, lost in thought.

He just shook his head and sighed, as if he were feeling sorry for something.

And just like that, Han Xin left.

......

Xiang An did find Xiang Yu, and they had another argument. If Xiang Jing hadn't been there and desperately pulled the two apart, they probably would have started fighting.

boom--

It was already dark. Xiang An was so angry that he didn't even eat. He went back to his room alone and slammed his fist on the door frame. The wooden door frame couldn't withstand Xiang An's force and was sent flying into the corner of the courtyard wall.

"Damn it..."

No matter what Xiang An said, Xiang Yu seemed completely deaf to it, and he had already put his ideas into practice, so he didn't care what Xiang An said at all.

This made Xiang An want to open Xiang Yu's skull to see what was inside.

While still angry, Xiang An suddenly caught a glimpse of something on his desk out of the corner of his eye.

It appears to be a bamboo slip.

Xiang An was slightly puzzled, as he was quite certain that the bamboo slip had not been on his table earlier.

Xiang An opened the bamboo slips and began to read their contents.

"Lord Xiang An, if you see this letter, you will have already left."

"I once said that if you do not abandon me, I am willing to stay by your side and serve you like a dog or a horse, devising strategies for you."

"However, I have advised you three times to take charge of the world, first at Quyu, then at Hongmen, and now at Xianyang."

"But you said all you wanted to say."

"I believe that you possess great talent and a magnanimous spirit, comparable to the hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period and the First Emperor of Qin. Yet you are willing to submit to the King of Chu. I am truly frustrated."

"The King of Chu is short-sighted, stubborn, indecisive, and overly sentimental. He truly does not wish to be the King of Chu's subject. However, today, Your Excellency has broken your promise. Know this, leave him."

“But now that you have broken your promise, if we meet again, I am willing to be at your mercy without any complaints.”

After reading the last word on the bamboo slip, Xiang An felt a lump in his throat. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

After a while, Xiang An turned around, and the bamboo slip slipped from his hand and fell back onto the table.

"They're gone, they're gone..."

In the bamboo slips, Han Xin fiercely berated Xiang Yu, and also complained about Xiang An. In the past, Xiang An would have given Han Xin a good talking-to, but now...

"Well said." As Xiang An said this, he felt a little melancholy.

Han Xin was his right-hand man. In the army, the two people he communicated with the most were Liao Ye and Han Xin. Moreover, Xiang An understood Han Xin's outstanding abilities better than anyone else.

Behind many battles, there is the shadow of Han Xin. The reason why the Qin Dynasty was able to be destroyed so smoothly was largely due to Han Xin's contributions.

With a long sigh, Xiang An left his room and found Liao Ye.

Where is Han Xin?

"Huh?" Liao Ye was a little confused. "I don't know. I haven't seen him all day."

After saying that, Liao Ye became worried again: "General, are you alright? I heard from the Fourth Miss that you and the King had a fight. You mustn't fight, you two are brothers..."

"Alright, stop worrying about this. He's out of his mind." Xiang An became annoyed when this was mentioned, and waved his hand, signaling Liao Ye to leave.

He genuinely felt that his older brother was mentally ill.

Xiang Yu always emphasized that the human world should be ruled by humans themselves, so he never thought of himself or Xiang An becoming the ruler of the Central Plains. In Xiang Yu's mind, he and Xiang An were not human, but just two intelligent machines. Such beings should not become emperors of the human world.

Xiang An, however, believed that even artificial humans were still human. He had unwavering faith in his own human nature and also believed that Xiang Yu was human. Moreover, Xiang An had witnessed the suffering of the people and believed that the Central Plains needed an emperor who could unify the country and maintain that unification. Xiang Yu was undoubtedly the best choice.

They disagreed, and neither of the brothers were the type to be swayed by words. Even if they discussed the matter several more times, the discussion would always end in discord.

Moreover, in Xiang An's view, Xiang Yu's behavior was extremely irresponsible.

He enfeoffed eighteen kings, including himself. Although it is unknown how he defined himself, in the eyes of others, Xiang Yu was also a "game player".

Xiang Yu defined the scope of the players, but placed himself in the game as an obstacle, which was also a danger to those around him.

Xiang An stood at the doorway, looking at the completely dark sky, his heart sinking to the bottom as well.

The outcome is already decided; the world will not find peace and happiness, but will instead face even more turbulent waves and more frenzied wars.

boom--!

!

Xiang An punched the door frame again, knocking the other half of the door away.

He now has to think about how to salvage the situation.

But before that, there were some things he needed to do...

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Chapter 947 Ziying's Departure

"Ziying, I'll leave you here. You'll have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Thirty miles outside Xianyang City, as dawn broke in the east, Xiang An looked at Ying Ziying, who was still dressed in plain robes, standing opposite him, and gently cupped his hands in greeting.

Ziying led a fine horse, which pulled a carriage. Inside the carriage sat Ziying's wife and daughters.

This is all that remains of "Qin".

Ziying stood opposite Xiang An, looking at the tall and imposing Xiang An, and then at Xianyang behind him, and tears streamed down his face once again.

"General, you have shown me great kindness, Ziying..." Ziying's gaze returned to Xiang An, his hands folded in front of him, wanting to say something to express his gratitude, but he couldn't utter a word.

He was deeply grateful but before Xiang An saved his life and preserved the last bloodline of the Qin Dynasty, he was also one of the forces that destroyed the Qin Dynasty. The 200,000 Qin soldiers on the banks of the Zhang River were not yet completely wiped out.

Ziying was a reasonable person. He knew that the Qin Dynasty died not so much at the hands of Xiang Yu and Liu Ji, but at the hands of the Second Emperor and Zhao Gao. Therefore, he did not harbor any resentment towards Xiang An.

As dawn broke, Ziying knelt down and bowed to Xiang An: "General, I will never forget your great kindness, Ziying..."

The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty

"Please rise. Although you are no longer the Qin Emperor or King, and have lost the glory of your ancestors, I do not wish for you, a descendant of the Ying clan, to lose the spirit of your forefathers." Helping Ziying to his feet, Xiang An sighed and said, "When the First Emperor created my brother and me, he never imagined that one day we would be the ones to destroy the dynasty of our creator..."

"General, there is no need to grieve." Ziying patted Xiang An's arm and comforted him instead. "The likes of Hu Hai and Zhao Gao, who wreaked havoc in the court and killed countless people, have now all been executed. However, Qin no longer belongs to us. If the death of Qin can bring peace to the world, then our Ying clan will have died a worthy death."

"It's good that you think this way." Xiang An didn't know what to say, but Zi Ying's open-mindedness made him feel a little ashamed.

He took a step back and bowed slightly to Ziying.

"This journey is long and arduous, and we have no destination. So please, Ziying... go ahead."

Nodding, Ziying turned around, took one last look in the direction of Xianyang, pulled on the reins of his horse, leaped onto the carriage, and drove it himself, taking his wife and daughters away into the dawn.

Xiang An stood there, watching Zi Ying drive away.

Ziying will no longer participate in any struggle for the Central Plains. According to him, he will take his wife and daughter to a remote mountain where few people go, settle down there, and never leave the mountain for generations to come. He will preserve the last spark of Qin's power while repaying Xiang An's life-saving grace.

When Ziying's carriage disappeared on the horizon, the sky was already bright. Xiang An touched Tuanchi's pure white neck, mounted his horse, and without speeding up, strolled back towards Xianyang City.

Han Xin left, decisively. Xiang An searched for him but couldn't find him. Now Ziying has also been sent away; it's unlikely they'll ever meet again.

"You're gone..."

He shook his head; his mind was so cluttered that it was hindering his thinking.