Li Si pushed the wine pot across the table toward Han Fei, then poured himself another cup of wine. The implication was already very clear.
"Brother Li is truly considerate," Han Fei said. "To have prepared poisoned wine for me." A faint smile appeared on his face. It carried a mocking quality, one that showed he saw right through Li Si.
Yet Li Si continued his act, completely oblivious to Han Fei's expression.
"This is just my way of showing our old camaraderie from our school days," Li Si sighed.
"If the King of Qin found out you brought me poisoned wine, wouldn't he blame you?" Han Fei suppressed the chill in his heart and played along.
"I am now the Tingwei of Qin. Even if the Great King becomes angry, he won't punish me severely. If it can make Brother Han's passing a little easier, then for me, it's all worth it," Li Si said with a look of utmost sincerity.
