"Brother, I know you're upset with me. This is between us. It has nothing to do with Ye Xuan. I hope you won't make things difficult for him."
Zhao Wei said in a low voice, his tone laced with a hint of a plea.
He had been constantly pulling strings, but when he heard that Ye Xuan had been taken by the Iron Blood Guard, he knew it was all for naught.
He wasn't afraid of the Sixth Prince. But his brother, Zhao Feng, was another story. Zhao Feng's reputation was soaring, and he held significant authority over the Iron Blood Guard. He was widely considered the most likely to become Crown Prince.
Zhao Wei knew that as a recent graduate of the academy, he was in no position to challenge him.
So he chose to concede, swallowing his pride to personally seek out his brother, Zhao Feng.
