Da Qin: You Were Supposed to Build the Great Wall, but You Destroyed the Xiongnu?

Liu Bang: Rebellion? What rebellion? The Great Wall has three hundred thousand die-hard fans of the prince, and the royal court has five hundred thousand cavalry ready to die. Tell me, who would dare rebel? Brother, rebellion leads nowhere. It's better to come with me and get a proper official post; that's the real future.

Xiang Yu: The Qin must fall, and Chu must rise! Now Su Fusu is gaining power, and then... what? The prince personally invited me to be an official?

What do you mean by Qin's fall? I meant Wang Qin! Hey! You traitor, how dare you have treasonous intentions? Watch me arrest you and present you to the prince for punishment!

Han Xin: Hah? You two still want to fight me for his favor? I've followed the prince to exile at the Great Wall since I was in my teens. How could you two drive a wedge between us!

Wait! Prince, I really never wanted to be any kind of King of Qi! Slander! They're slandering me!

Ying Xuan smiled as he looked at these three renowned figures of the Chu-Han era slinging mud at each other. Sure enough, they had long-standing feuds, so even as colleagues they would never get along. But wasn't that exactly what he wanted?

He silently opened his hand-drawn world map.

The old man can still hold on for a few years, so there's no rush to clean up the country. Should I destroy the Donghu first? Or push through Loulan? Huh! I hear Rome is in civil strife too. Should I send a detachment of God's Whips over to stir things up?