Han Qing suddenly cut him off. "Chief Secretary Wei, you needn't concern yourself with this."
Eating salty radishes and worrying over nothing! Do you think I don't know what you're after? You just want to play matchmaker for that useless son of yours, Wei Zihan. A toad dreaming of eating swan meat!
Back at Shenzhou Academy, Wei Zihan had pursued her relentlessly, relying on Chief Secretary Wei's position to express his admiration both openly and in secret. Unfortunately for him, she had seen at a glance that he was an empty sack of straw, mud that could never be plastered onto a wall.
Although his performance in the Beast Pet Tournament had its merits, he had still lost to Jiang Hao. In the war between the two kingdoms that followed, the Shenzhou Kingdom had suffered an unprecedented blow and nearly lost both kingdom and homes. Yet Wei Zihan, a son of Shenzhou, had neither gone to the battlefield to serve his country nor offered it his loyalty. He had only dared hide at home, never venturing beyond his doors, until Jiang Hao rose like an unexpected army, repeatedly thwarting the Northern Barbarians' attacks and even turning from guest to host, fighting straight into their lair, the Han Palace Royal Court.
Only with Prince Han Feng's encouragement had Wei Zihan dared show his face. Yet when he reached the Han Palace Royal Court and faced the North Sea Emperor, he had lost his nerve again, not daring to utter a word. She did not even want to spare another glance for such a man.
Besides, Wei Chun was also the reason she had acted so coldly, refusing even to let Jiang Hao touch her hand. Several days earlier, upon hearing that Jiang Hao would soon return to Shenzhou City to report