บท 972: Undying Resentment

Chen Qiyu spat these words rather brusquely. 

Zhao Heng did not mind. "I can't say for sure if he is courting death, but he was unable to get over his fiancée for the past half-year. He's been holding himself back for so long and now he's finally made the decision to go to the imperial capital."

Chen Qiyu frowned. "Doesn't he know that he is wanted by the imperial court? He's taking himself right into a trap by going there."

"It's really not that serious. I'm an expert at the Art of Disguise and I changed his face to look like another person. If he can't find a flaw in the disguise, no one else can either," Zhao Heng said confidently.

Chen Qiyu shot him a look but said nothing. She knew he was not lying.

After she got to know the man better, she discovered that he was not only proficient at handling poisons, but he also had a pair of nimble hands when it came to the Art of Disguise.

He was considered a master of his craft.