King Helu of Wu asked Wu Zixu to divine the future of the state of Wu. “Your Majesty, Wu's fortunes will not last beyond three generations. The divination shows that petty schemers will meddle in the state's affairs.”
“General Fan, rest assured. I will do everything I can to keep the King of Yue safe.” Bo Pi's eyes narrowed to slits as he gazed at the gold and jewels Fan Li had sent him.
“Your Majesty, I don't want to be apart from you for even a single day.” Xi Shi sat on King Fuchai of Wu's lap, her arms around his neck, her eyes full of affection.
“My beloved, my beauty.” Fuchai couldn't tear his gaze away from Xi Shi. Ever since she arrived, he had not attended court for half a month.
At the morning court, Wu Zixu and the other senior ministers waited in vain for King Fuchai to appear. The king they once knew was nowhere to be seen.
“General Wen, when will Ou Yezi finish forging the Longyuan Sword?” By lamplight, King Goujian of Yue sat on a worn piece of sheepskin on the ground. Looking at Wen Zhong, he asked slowly.
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