"You have been banished from the walls of this city," Su Jing called out, her voice sharp as a drawn sword, echoing against the stone. "That was our lord's mercy to you as his wife, yet here you are, returned."
A smirk tugged at the corners of Xiang Yu's mouth. He let out a soft chuckle, carried upward by the howling wind. It was devoid of fear, rich with defiance. "Mercy?" he thought, tasting the bitterness of her words.
He squinted against the harsh sunlight as he stared up at her. He sincerely hoped that this husband of his in this world was Han Xin. If not, he might resort to murdering his current husband before looking for Han Xin.
Su Jing's expression darkened as she focused on Xiang Yu, the insolent figure below. With a sharp whistle that sliced through the ambient noise, she set her next act into motion. The young man beside her, his armour less refined and his youthful face betraying unease, shifted nervously.
