"Father."
"This blood ginseng is priceless. Are you truly going to bestow it?" Fusu asked, rather surprised.
When Zhao Feng had first made this request, Fusu thought Ying Zheng would never grant it. After all, this blood ginseng was a life-saving spiritual medicine at critical moments, a supreme treasure of the royal family. Countless ministers through the generations had begged for it but were all refused.
"Blood ginseng is but an inanimate object."
"Yet Zhao Feng, to Qin, is of infinite value."
"Let him fulfill his filial piety, and inspire his utmost loyalty as well," Ying Zheng said slowly.
"Your Majesty is truly wise," Han Fei spoke with admiration on his face.
At this moment,
Han Fei finally understood the kingly audacity of Ying Zheng.
