Baby you smell so nice

Xiao He nodded again, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. With a swift motion, Xiang Yu kicked him to the ground.

Xiang Yu pulled his hair back as Xiao He coughed vehemently. "Get lost," Xiang Yu commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. Xiao He didn't need to be told twice.

He got up, still coughing, and stumbled twice as he scurried out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the passageway.

The steward, his voice tinged with concern, asked, "Your Highness, how do you plan to handle this?"

Xiang Yu slumped in his chair and spun it around, his expression unreadable. "I need time to think. You may go," he replied, his tone weary yet resolute.

The steward hesitated, worried that Xiang Yu might still be under the influence of alcohol. He wanted to stay and watch over him, but the cold, unyielding back of the crown prince made him reconsider.