Both men paused, the air thick with unspoken feelings as they stared into each other's eyes, the intensity of their love palpable. A knock on the door broke through their bubble, and Xiang Yu glanced in that direction.
"We have to go," he finally said, turning his gaze back to Han Xin.
"Yeah," Han Xin replied, still not moving, as if rooted to the spot by the gravity of the moment. "Will you stand by me at the podium?"
Xiang Yu bit his lower lip, weighing the significance of the question. Finally, he nodded, a soft smile appearing on his lips. "Okay."
Han Xin stepped out of the hovercar, his posture straight and commanding. He turned back, offering his hand to Xiang Yu to help him out. Their fingers entwined as they exited onto the bustling grounds of the imperial palace.
Today, the palace was alive with activity, busy with attendants hurrying to and fro, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation.
