"Senior, please save Xiuying," Meiling begged, her forehead nearly touching the ground as she knelt before Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu sighed inwardly. Even after skipping the dialogue and cutscene of this scenario, he had still ended up exactly where he feared. Extending his hand, he helped Meiling to her feet gently.
"No need to be so formal," he said, his tone measured. "Just explain the situation clearly, and I'll see what I can do."
Behind his composed expression, Xiang Yu calculated his options. Perhaps this wasn't entirely bad—there might be benefits to extract from this situation. A small, calculating smile tugged at his lips as he reasoned with himself: as long as it wasn't something excessive like marriage, everything would be fine.
Meiling, now standing, bowed deeply once more. "Please marry Xiuying," she stated with unwavering conviction.
