Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Who did this?

Xiang Yu entered his bedchamber and slumped on the couch, tugging at the top button of his uniform. The steward brought him water and was about to ask what good thing made the prince so happy when the door was knocked. The steward was about to chase whoever it was away when Xiang Yu smiled and said, "Let them in."

The steward wanted to dissuade him, as he didn’t want anyone to see the crown prince in such a state, but in the end, he opened the door. Outside was the staff member he had asked to keep an eye on anything concerning Han Xin, under Xiang Yu’s command, of course. The young lady whispered something, and the steward’s eyes widened.

"How audacious!" the steward yelled, but not wanting to bother Xiang Yu, he lowered his voice. It was too late. Xiang Yu put down the half-drunk glass of water and asked, "What is wrong?"

"It’s Han Xin, Your Highness. Someone tore his room apart, but it’s not serious," the steward said.

Xiang Yu froze, his eyes turning fierce. He and Han Xin might not be together yet, but he would never let anyone bully him, especially in his territory. This person wasn’t instructed to do this by him, so why would they deliberately provoke Han Xin, knowing fully well that he was his attendant?

He got up against the steward’s advice. The steward followed him to the staff quarters. It was as though Xiang Yu knew where he was going. In fact, he did know where Han Xin stayed. He had come to the door twice but slipped away before anyone saw.

He wanted to change rooms for Han Xin so he would stay on the same floor as him, but he was worried that the imperial lord would know that he was treating Han Xin better. This would only attract trouble. Now he regretted not changing his room earlier and coming up with a silly excuse like needing Han Xin close to serve him.

As they reached Han Xin’s quarters, Xiang Yu’s anger simmered just below the surface. When he opened the door and found everything had been turned upside down as if a snowstorm had ripped through the room. Han Xin’s clothes were torn to shreds and covered in dirt as if someone had emptied a flower pot on the bed.

Indeed, they had, as evidenced by the flowering potato plant lying on the bed. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the potato plant, which seemed well taken care of. He really wanted to ask Han Xin what his obsession with potatoes was, that he had to have a potato plant in every world.

Everything was ruined except for the ceremonial robe Xiang Yu had given Han Xin. It seemed the culprit recognized its significance and didn’t dare touch it. There were paint and ink stains on the clothes, as well as torn sheets and pillows. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

The paint and ink belonged to Han Xin, who seemed to have a hobby of painting and doing calligraphy, an expensive hobby in this era. The beautiful paintings he had drawn were now torn and scattered on the floor.

Xiang Yu walked in and stepped on broken glass, which crunched under his boot. He picked up one of the canvases and saw a drawing of two figures holding hands on the horizon while a kid was left in the darkness holding a green blanket, the only colourful thing in the darkness surrounding the kid.