I wake up to find myself the Conqueror of Western Chu at the Feast at Hong Gate.
Looking at Liu Bang, who’s bowing and scraping as he offers me wine, I remember the desperate suicide I’ll face by the Wu River four years from now, and smile.
What use is a hero’s bearing? What use is a warlord’s foresight?
When Fan Zeng raises his jade token again, I don’t hesitate. I draw my sword instead.
A head rolls to the ground, blood splashing across the Chu-Han border.
Everyone is stunned. Wiping the blade, I ask coldly, “Father Ya, who should we kill next?”
