Between her and that old fellow, Song Huaxu, new grudges were added to old ones, hatred piling upon hatred, until she wished he were better off dead.
By now, she was also certain that Song Huaxu had recognized her.
After all, he had taught her the face-changing technique himself.
"You are too kind, Envoy, please." Qin Zhen lifted her cup, drank it all in one go, then turned the empty cup upside down in the air to show she had finished, leaving him to do as he pleased.
Song Huaxu narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with profound meaning, "Though the Prime Minister is a woman, she is refreshingly straightforward, something I admire."
As he spoke, he too finished the wine in his cup.
Qin Zhen smiled, "Envoy, you got it wrong there. What does it matter whether one is a woman or a man? Personal traits and capabilities are what matter, not gender. Isn't our Qin State the best example? You should not let the past skew your perceptions, Envoy."
