Zhao Min froze at his words. She had been shocked by what had just happened, and Song Qingshu's brazen advances had slowed her reactions by a few beats. The moment Zhou Zhiruo said this, she instantly realized that she was already in grave danger.
Since Song Qingshu had impersonated Jia Baoyu, the real Jia Baoyu was obviously dead. Once the impersonation was exposed, Jia Sidao would certainly fight him to the death. Jia Sidao was, after all, the foremost figure in Southern Song's military. Though Song Qingshu's Golden Snake Camp was full of vigor, its foundation was still shallow. It could not contend with an entire nation like Southern Song, especially when it was already locked in fierce battle with Li Kexiu's Jiangnan Green Standard Army. Once Southern Song officially entered the war, the Golden Snake Camp would have only one fate: destruction.
But that was not the most crucial point. If he had merely impersonated Jia Baoyu, Zhao Min was certain that, given their relationship, Song Qingshu might not truly do anything to her. But Song Qingshu had impersonated Jia Baoyu and deceived not only her, but everyone in Lin'an. Even Jia Sidao had failed to realize that his son had been replaced by someone else... What a heaven-defying Disguise Art!
The last time she had seen him in the Jin Dynasty disguised as Tang Kuobian, she had assumed it was merely a coincidence. Tang Kuobian had been covered in a thick beard, after all, and his distinctive features made him easier to impersonate. But Jia Baoyu was a slick-haired, powdered-faced playboy without a single hair on his face!
Without a beard to conceal him, every inch of his face would have been seen by people familiar with him. Yet no one had discovered the deception. That proved Song