Luan Xin heard the worry in Xiang Zhao's voice, and his gaze softened further.
He drawled, "Why worry about me? If I fell for such a second-rate scheme, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?"
Luan Xin had the refined, scholarly air of a gentleman, along with a face that looked easy to bully. He was like a stern, proper tutor at the town's private school, who would only stamp his feet and sigh even if his students bullied him mercilessly. In truth, he was the sort who would draw his sword and kill someone in a fit of rage.
Especially during the two years after his right leg had become completely disabled.
Back then, his mood had been foul, and he had been like a filthy insect lurking in the damp darkness, wrapped tightly in a murky, twisted aura. If he had taken off his hairpiece and let his hair down, he would have looked exactly like a gloomy male ghost who had died with his eyes open.
Xiang Zhao: "...Better safe than sorry."
If Central Branch got control of Luan Xin's body and identity, Kang would be thrown into chaos. As Minister of Personnel, the head of the Six Ministries, he held immense power and had countless ways to bring a royal court down from within. As long as he deliberately avoided people who knew him, no one would discover that he had been replaced for quite some time. Fortunately, Luan Xin hadn't fallen for it, and the crisis had vanished without a trace.
"Laiqu, do you want to leave with me?" Though Luan Xin had already guessed Xiang Zhao's answer, his selfish feelings still urged him to ask. There were too many variables in the enemy camp. If someone discovered Xiang Zhao was still alive, she would be trapped