Lü Buwei and Lao Ai were indeed vigorous young men, who were naturally over a hundred times more formidable than the King of Qin, yet even so, Lü Buwei and Lao Ai together barely managed to serve and satisfy Zhao Ji, the insatiable woman.
For Zhao Ji herself was exactly that kind of lascivious woman, never satisfied with her desires.
Moreover, when she entered the palace as a concubine, she was in the prime of her beauty, whereas the King of Qin was already middle-aged at that time, and with so many other women in the Qin palace awaiting his favor, Zhao Ji's solitude only amplified her fantasies of carnal pleasures.
As such, Zhao Ji had an uncommon dependence and high regard for Lü Buwei and Lao Ai.
When Lü Buwei spoke of these matters, his face was suffused with smug satisfaction.
"So, in certain respects, the two of us brothers are indeed better than the King of Qin, right?"
Speaking unabashedly, Lü Buwei's gaze lingered lewdly on Zhao Ji.
