Xiang Yu suddenly found himself reliving the memory.
His heart raced as he stood at the altar, the intricate veil of silk masking his identity. He was willing to do anything to impress his mother thus he was not the groom here but a stand-in. Instead of his sister, the rightful bride, he was playing the role of Han Xin's intended. It was a cruel sacrifice to appease the his adopted mother, the overseer.
As the veil lifted, revealing Xiang Yu striking features, Han Xin felt a surge of anger and betrayal. At that moment, the dagger hidden beneath the folds of his ceremonial attire found its mark. With a swift motion, Xiang Yu lunged forward, drawn to strike his throat but the blade only grazed Han Xin's cheek. He had underestimated the sheer force that lay behind his adversary's calm face.
