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As soon as the last meal was over, Xiang Yu exhaled deeply. The weight of the hour spent with his father and Peng Xiu finally lifted as he stood. He longed to return to his palace, to the comfort of his body pillow, and to Hex's endless chatter that could drown out the world.

Imperial Lord Xiang rose from his chair and the two figures instinctively bowing low in respect. His presence was like an opressive force, an aura that commanded attention and respect. As the Lord turned to leave, his words sliced through the silence.

"Don't have your disagreements where others can see it. It will not look good if the crown prince and the princess are at each other's throats.

"Yes, Father," Xiang Yu and Peng Xiu replied in unison, their voices echoing softly in the vast room. But Xiang Yu had no intention of lingering. He pushed past the heavy doors, the sound of his footsteps reverberating through the empty hallway.