Zhao Feng's words had just fallen.
The curtain was lifted.
Han Fei strode in briskly.
"Brother Zhao, it's been a long time since we've met."
Han Fei smiled warmly.
"Looks like the governance of the Zhao Territory is almost done, you've even got the leisure to come to the Wei Territory." Zhao Feng said with a laugh.
"Why does it sound like there's a bit of sarcasm in your words?"
"What?"
"Do you think I've abandoned my duties to come to the Wei Territory?"
Han Fei said with a touch of annoyance, then casually sat down.
"You're overthinking it."
"Now that you've finished governing the Zhao Territory, after you return, you'll surely secure a seat among the Nine Ministers."
"But your arrival is timely. I still have a large group of refugees under my command, tens of thousands of mouths to feed. As a military commander, it's a bit cumbersome for me. Now that you're here, I'll leave it to you."
Zhao Feng smiled, speaking to Han Fei without reservation.
