Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 100: The potatoes... Give them to me

Chapter 100: The potatoes... Give them to me

Since the game was over Han Xin dismissed the crowd surrounding them. They slowly dispersed at his command whispering their admiration for the general.

If this got out that they were beaten at a silly game by Her Highness, they would be a laughing stock, and their regiment would lose face altogether. Only Lian, Mei, Yi Nuo, Han Zhan, and Jun De remained, their eyes fixed on Peng Xiu and Han Xin.

Han Zhan stood by the board with a newfound respect for Princess Xiu evident in his gaze. She had lasted far longer in the game than he ever had, and at one point, he had even thought his cousin might lose. The intensity of the match had been palpable but, in the end, Han Xin won.

Mei, however, was worried. She feared that their master might lose the money the general gave to him. She didn’t want her master to continue wearing such uncomfortable clothes; their master had suffered enough in the past. Leaning in, Mei whispered her concerns into Xiang Yu’s ear. He responded with a reassuring smile, his intense gaze never leaving Han Xin. There was no way Xiang Yu would let that happen. Once it was in his hands it was his now.

Lian however, noticed the spark in Xiang Yu’s eye. It was a distinct spark of passion that appeared whenever their master met someone he wanted to challenge. Lian was right. Han Xin had piqued his interest. He had failed to beat him physically but now he was determined to beat him intellectually. Once he was decided on something Xiang Yu rarely changed his mind.

Han Xin, on the other hand, felt awkward under her unwavering stare. The intensity of her gaze made him shift uncomfortably. He was fully aware of what that gaze meant. In her eyes, she was a challenge, and knowing her personality, she wouldn’t stop until she won. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension that didn’t allow others to intervene.

He stood up, his figure imposing and commanding attention. "Let’s go," he said to the princess, his voice firm. Xiang Yu’s curiosity was piqued, eager to know what he would ask for. He had nothing of value to him, so what could Han Xin possibly want?

Before following him, he turned to Jun De. "De-ge, how was my gameplay? Did you like it?" he asked, his tone light.

Jun De, who had been minding his own business while packing away the game pieces, looked up with a dumbfounded expression. "Huh?" he muttered, before realising who was speaking to him. He quickly smiled and said, "Yes, your Highness, you were excellent and graceful." Xiang Yu chuckled at his response, but Han Xin’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was always this affectionate with everyone. ’How annoying,’ he thought as he turned to leave.

Han Zhan, observing the scene, recognised that look on his cousin’s face. It was the same look Han Xin had when he borrowed his favourite sword without asking when they were kids. He glared at him, and for three days straight, he gave him the silent treatment. He might not show it, but Han Zhan knew his cousin was possessive of his things.

As the pair walked away, one behind the other, Han Zhan watched them with a glint of amusement in his eyes. The dynamic between them was intriguing, and he couldn’t wait to see how it would play out.

Behind the carriage, Xiang Yu turned to Han Xin, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "What is it that you want?" he asked, his voice steady. As someone who always kept his word, he added, "I will get you what you want, but you will have to give me some time if I don’t have it in my possession."

Han Xin pursed his lips trying to find the right words to say to her without portraying himself as a creep. "Oh, you most definitely have it on your person."

Xiang Yu’s brow arched as he glanced down at himself, finding nothing that would catch the general’s eyes. Today, he was wearing the clothes they got from the military camp. They weren’t torn or wrinkled, but they were definitely uncomfortable and ugly as hell. How could Han Xin go through all the trouble just to confiscate the clothes he gave to him. It didn’t make sense but what else was there?

"The potatoes," Han Xin finally said, his voice firm. "Give them to me."

Xiang Yu, "???"

’AAAAHHHHH, how did Han Xin know?’ he screamed internally. He should have been embarrassed, but like his master said, "If you are not embarrassed, others will be."

He was taken aback for a split second his mind racing to figure out how he knew. "You pervert," he muttered, turning it back on Han Xin seamlessly. "How did you even know that? Did you peep at me? Oh, wow... first, you went to a brothel, and now you were peeping at me. You are a big deviant sir."

Han Xin, who didn’t consider himself a pervert, narrowed his eyes with annoyance. What peeping? She was the one who jumped into the river revealing her secret. "I am not a pervert and I never went to a brothel. Once I noticed, I couldn’t unsee it. Hand them over." It was true. Once he found out that she was stuffing potatoes to enhance her bosom he couldn’t think of anything else when he looked at her. It was incredibly distracting.

Xiang Yu touched his chest cupping the two peaks with an expression as though he was being harassed by a pervert. He had every right to keep his potatoes. "Why does the General concern himself with something so irrelevant?"

Han Xin felt a flicker of annoyance at her tone, though it was exactly what he had asked her to address him as. "It’s weirdly obvious, and they don’t look right."

Xiang Yu smirked. "Who is looking there unless they are a pervert, pervert?" he teased, hoping that the general would blush, but the man remained as if nothing had happened. This game wasn’t as fun anymore.

"Hand them over. We had a deal," Han Xin insisted.