A moment later, Qian Renxue returned.
Her expression was grave. "Chen Xin has already been brought to the imperial study."
"Good." Jiang Chen rose to his feet.
"Be careful," Qian Renxue urged.
In her view, attempting to assassinate a level ninety-seven Titled Douluo face-to-face was no different from courting death.
Even the slightest trace of killing intent leaking from Jiang Chen would be detected.
"Don't worry. He's no longer a peak level ninety-seven Titled Douluo. With the injuries in his body and the poison, his strength is probably inferior even to that of an ordinary Titled Douluo." Jiang Chen smiled rather casually.
He had to appear relaxed, or Qian Renxue would worry even more.
The gravity in Qian Renxue's expression eased slightly.
Once they neared the imperial study, they stopped speaking. Their expressions returned to normal, without revealing the slightest clue.
Jiang Chen had lived with Qian Renxue for a long time and knew Xue Qinghe just as well. Now that he had assumed Xue Qinghe's identity, even Qian Renxue could not find the slightest flaw.
There was no way Chen Xin could suspect Jiang Chen based on his words, behavior, or mannerisms.
At the entrance to the imperial study, Qian Renxue stopped and watched Jiang Chen enter.
When Jiang Chen entered the study, he saw Chen Xin pacing back and forth, his face somewhat pale.
A young maid had already served tea, but Chen Xin had not taken a single sip, showing just how anxious he was.
Gu Rong had a tough life and would not die so easily, but Ning Fengzhi might not be so fortunate.
Chen Xin understood how terrifying that poison was. Coupled with the fact that Ning Fengzhi's meridians had nearly been destroyed, whether he could even survive the day remained uncertain.
They had been