Han Fei chuckled. "I suppose so."
"Coming empty-handed? You really are stingy," Zhao Feng teased.
"I possess little more than the wind in my sleeves. What gift could I bring you?" Han Fei said, slightly annoyed.
"Watch your tone. I am your lifesaver, after all," Zhao Feng reminded him. "If word of this gets out, the name Han Fei will become a laughingstock."
"Fine. To be indebted to a lifesaver like you... it must be my bad luck," Han Fei said with a sigh of resignation. Though he was a Legalist and well-versed in the art of debate, he could never seem to win an argument against Zhao Feng.
"Although I didn't bring a gift," Han Fei began, his demeanor changing, "there are some matters concerning you in the Court. Would you like to hear about them? They involve Mr. Fusu, as well as the strife within the Court." He smiled, confident that Zhao Feng would be curious.
But Zhao Feng simply replied, "Not interested."
