Reluctance washed over Xiang Yu, his fingers brushing the cool metal of the ring on his finger. Yet, reassured by the steward's promise, he released it into the old man's hand. "Fine," he conceded, a small sigh escaping his lips.
The steward clutched the ring with care, then turned back to the maids. "Make sure His Majesty looks even more stunning. I don't want those old farts in the advisory council saying anything negative," he added with a hint of playful mischief.
Xiang Yu chuckled softly, a lightness blooming in his heart. "They will still have something negative to say," he replied, amused.
"Then I will cut off their tongues," the steward quipped, his eyes glinting with jest.
Xiang Yu blinked in surprise, his heart unexpectedly touched. The moment reminded him of Old Song and his master, who had cared for him deeply. He settled into the chair, patiently allowing the maids to finish with his hair while visions of Han Xin danced in his mind.
