Sword Drawn, Bows Bent
Xia Zhizhi swept him a glance and gave a cold snort.
She deliberately steered the conversation. "You certainly have the leisure for it, coming to a banquet while your master's bones are barely cold. You're pretending not to know, aren't you?!"
Sure enough, the moment Ren Xiang heard that, something seemed to go terribly wrong with him.
His eyes widened, and he grew agitated. "Miss Xia... you know about my master..."
"Of course I do. I worked with him. How could I not know?"
"Then do you know how my master died? Please tell me..." In his agitation, Ren Xiang nearly rose and went over to her.
Xia Zhizhi glared at him, finally making him stop himself.
Xia Zhizhi made no attempt to conceal the disgust in her eyes.
Yet she still said, "I don't know. But I can tell you that your master was outstanding. He was already preparing to take over as head of the Imperial Capital Branch Alliance."
"Then something suddenly happened. It'll be very difficult to investigate..."
Ren Xiang thought for a moment. "The head of the Imperial Capital Branch Alliance? Then... isn't that Uncle Luo?"
"How could my master..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly froze.
It was as though he had thought of something utterly inconceivable.
He was not an idiot. How could he fail to hear the power struggle hidden within Xia Zhizhi's words?
His master had been about to assume office, only for something to suddenly happen in the meantime.
"Miss Xia... do you know something? Please, tell me..."
Ren Xiang could hardly believe it.
Yet Xia Zhizhi appeared deeply impatient. "I said I don't know about this matter, and it has nothing to do with me."
"I have no reason to take risks over something unrelated to