With Yu Liao devising strategies, Ying Zheng was truly like a tiger that had been given wings. Among all the ministers in the court, when it came to his place in Ying Zheng's heart, Yu Liao was undoubtedly first.
Standing among the ranks of the civil servants, Han Fei noticed Wang Wan's expression and couldn't help but smile inwardly.
Wang Wan, Chunyu Yue. This visit turned out to be a complete joke.
Han Fei had been in Qin for a year. Although he hadn't reached the rank of the Nine Ministers, he held the post of Interior Minister, just one tier below them. Yet, he had not joined any faction in the court, preferring to go his own way. This was Han Fei's pride.
The only one Han Fei regarded as a friend worthy of his esteem was Zhao Feng. In Zhao Feng's words, a man like Han Fei was simply obstinate; he only responded to harsh treatment, to being scolded and beaten. And yet, Han Fei had come to regard Zhao Feng as a true friend.
"Minister Yu."
