Although Li Wan did not know Zhao Wei, from the other woman's attire and manner of speaking, she could tell she had some standing in the Army. Otherwise, how would she dare make such an offer? Li Wan secretly curled her lip and smiled as she politely declined.
It wasn't that she looked down on Zhao Wei. She simply couldn't accept.
She couldn't let her future be ruled by a moment's pride.
Unlike Miao Ne, who had dropped out partway through her studies to strike out on her own, Li Wan had diligently completed all the basic coursework and passed her graduation assessments. Armed with a respectable résumé and an internal recommendation from the academy, she had applied for a position, passed the political screening, and been sent to a remote backwater to build up her credentials.
After accomplishing a few things, she had taken the Ministry of Personnel's assessment.
She was either competing fiercely or on her way to do so.
At last, she had barely managed to stand out among her fellow King of Rolls and successfully hitched her fortunes to Qi Zhongshu, earning the assignment to travel to Zhen Country.
She didn't know whether this would be the opportunity that sent her career soaring, but she knew who had given it to her. She also knew that the mark of Qi Zhongshu's faction had been branded onto her. From the intelligence she had gathered, Qi Zhongshu was an old acquaintance of the Censorate, and he seemed to have no shortage of political enemies. Out of caution, she couldn't readily accept goodwill from anyone else, lest something go wrong.
"Is this person a threat?"
As a Martial Person, Zhao Wei might not have the same convoluted schemes as a strategist, but she wasn't a fool. She understood that