Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Xia Zheng looked down at the portrait on the table, his voice chillingly cold: "Regardless of whether she did it unintentionally or deliberately, she forced Lao Fan to reveal his identity, ultimately leading to his death. I cannot easily forgive her for that."

Looking at Xia Zheng’s grim and somber face, Lin Yuan’s eyes trembled slightly. Although Yao Hanai’s crimes were unforgivable, she did not like Xia Zheng murdering people because of this.

Seeming to sense Lin Yuan’s concern, Xia Zheng offered a faint smile. The gloom on his face was swept away, replaced by his usual radiant handsomeness.

Stretching out his long arms, he wrapped them around Lin Yuan’s waist and pressed his face against her forehead, whispering, "Don’t worry, I won’t kill her. There are many ways to torment someone, and death is the simplest and most satisfying one."

Lin Yuan pursed her lips and suddenly looked up at Xia Zheng, gently asking, "Was it the Second Prince who attempted to assassinate Lao Fan?"

Xia Zheng instinctively glanced over at Yan Ruchun, who was confronting Wei Boyu by the window, and nodded almost imperceptibly: "Indeed. To be precise, it was his mother, Consort Liu."

"Why?"

How much hatred must one hold to not even spare an old man? Could it be that Lao Fan had harmed Consort Liu before, causing her to lose a child? The pain of losing a child could perhaps justify such enduring hatred.