Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1477 - 296, Scary (13)

While Xu Muqing was proudly relaying the person’s distinctive features to Lin Yuan, she was lifting her chin, ready to receive Lin Yuan’s praise.

However, how could Lin Yuan be in the mood to praise her now? She was already so shocked by the portrait in front of her that she was speechless.

Mo Zhu from Yao Hanai’s side? Looking at it now, it does really resemble!

Xia Zheng slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes turbulent with dark waves.

Yao Hanai? Very good, very good.

Yan Ruchun pursed her lips, saying to Lin Yuan, "This matter was jointly discovered by Sir Jingzhao and Eldest Young Master Wei. However, the portrait is not very precise. Moreover, if this really was done by Mo Zhu from Yao Hanai’s side, the Grand Scholar Yao’s House might not be able to clear its name either."

Wei Boyu then added, "That’s why we invited Princess Pingxi here today to ask the princess’s opinion on how to handle this matter."

Lin Yuan glanced at the two and slightly lowered her eyes.

The one hurt by this affair was not Lin Yuan, but Yan Xiangkai, Yan Ruchun’s father. Since Yao Shijiang is a Grand Scholar with many students, even if this matter was made public, Your Majesty might consider the students’ feelings and would not take action against Yao Hanai. The eventual outcome would only be to drag Mo Zhu out to take the blame.

Doing so would neither bring Yao Hanai, the mastermind, to justice, nor would it avoid startling the snake in the grass.

Lin Yuan shook her head inwardly, knowing this approach would not work. Yan Ruchun and Wei Boyu must have invited her to discuss if she had any other methods.

Seeing Lin Yuan remaining silent, Yan Ruchun became somewhat anxious and said, "Lin Yuan, no matter what you think, I just cannot swallow this insult. I don’t believe that with my aunt and the support of my second cousin, plus your status as a princess, we can’t overthrow a Yao Hanai."

"Miss Yan!" Wei Boyu frowned deeply, firmly interrupting Yan Ruchun.

Yan Ruchun’s eyes widened, having anticipated what he was about to say, obviously, they had discussed this matter before and had not reached an agreement.

"Wei Boyu, if you are too timid and afraid to involve yourself in this matter, then don’t. Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. I appreciate your help in finding out who is behind this, which serves as repayment for the favor I owed you that day. But how to resolve this issue is for Lin Yuan and me to worry about, you don’t need to intervene any further!"

After speaking, she rolled her eyes and turned her head away, clearly not wanting to say another word to him.

Wei Boyu was so angered by Yan Ruchun’s words that his face flushed and his neck thickened, his usual composure forgotten, he said angrily, "Me, timid and afraid? If I was, would I have helped you investigate this matter? You... you are really unreasonable!"

"That’s right, I am unreasonable, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to look!" Yan Ruchun retorted sharply, neither backing down from the other.

Watching the two about to clash again, Xu Muqing and Wei Borong anxiously stomped their feet.

But Lin Yuan was still staring at the paper on the table, her delicate eyebrows alternately frowning and relaxing, seemingly deep in thought.

Curious, Xia Zheng leaned over and whispered, "What’s wrong? Did you think of something?"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, "I just feel that this woman seems familiar."

Familiar?

Xia Zheng became even more puzzled. How could she be familiar?

Lin Yuan slightly tilted her head, recalling the words Xu Muqing had just said, "Look at these eyes, slightly uptilted, and this chin."

Yes, uptilted eyes! Very beautiful!

Wasn’t this just like the information Lin Yi had found out when he went to inquire from Mengzi the other day? A beautiful woman with uptilted eyes had gone to bribe Mengzi to sabotage Tian Hui’s carriage.

That woman, wasn’t she also described as having beautifully upturned eyes at the corners?

"Quick, paint me a portrait of Mo Zhu, and make it as life-like as possible!"

Lin Yuan’s sudden request immediately made Yan Ruchun and Wei Boyu, who were still arguing, stop in their tracks. In unison, they asked, "Why do you need a portrait?"

After speaking, they again looked at each other with disdain.

Lin Yuan was speechless and turned her head to Xia Zheng.

Xia Zheng haughtily raised his chin, snorted disdainfully with his nostrils flaring, and said, "I only paint portraits of my women, other women? Get lost!"

Lin Yuan’s mouth twitched, but knowing his stubborn nature, she did not press further.

Moreover, Xia Zheng didn’t have any impression of those maids, not to mention Mo Zhu; he probably couldn’t even depict Shui Xian or Yin Xing if asked.

Should she seek an artist from outside?

Just as Lin Yuan was about to fetch someone, Wei Borong glanced at his angry elder brother and whispered softly, "Why don’t I give it a try?"

Xia Zheng glanced at him and muttered, "Let him do it. Though his brain doesn’t work that well, he is good enough for drawing."

"My Brother Rong paints beautifully indeed!"

While others might still fear Xia Zheng, Xu Muqing, the fearless chubby kid who only cared about eating and playing, hummed at Xia Zheng and then admiringly looked at Wei Borong, his eyes shining brightly.

"Brother Rong, your paintings are the best. Here, let me describe Mo Zhu’s appearance for you to draw."

Feeling admired by his beloved, Wei Borong’s confidence surged, and he straightened his back, loudly calling for a young servant to bring him ink, brush, paper, and inkstone.

Xu Muqing, while tossing peanuts into his mouth, pointed out to Wei Borong wherever he drew incorrectly, and the two chubby fellows surrounded the small table.

"What do you plan to do with the portrait?"

As the two began to draw, Xia Zheng finally found an opportunity to ask her what was going on.

Looking at Xia Zheng’s somewhat gloomy face, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but grit her teeth, realizing that she couldn’t keep it secret anymore.

Reluctantly, Lin Yuan told him about the tampering with Tian Hui’s carriage, and of course, also relayed the information Lin Yi had uncovered when he went to find Mengzi.

Lin Yuan’s voice grew softer as she spoke, because Xia Zheng’s expression darkened by the minute, and by the time she finished, Xia Zheng’s eyes were dangerously narrowed.

Such a look from Xia Zheng was terrifying.

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but swallow hard, unsure if she should disclose Lao Fan’s injury.

"Is there anything else?"

Xia Zheng stared unblinkingly at Lin Yuan, causing her immense guilt, and she could only nod her head and then conveyed the news of Lao Fan’s injury.

Since Tian Hui mentioned Lao Fan had encountered an assassination, Lin Yuan concluded that this matter couldn’t be related to Yao Hanai.

"This is where you aren’t wrong; indeed, she has no connection," Xia Zheng sneered coldly, his lips curling with a mocking smile, "because she doesn’t have the nerve, however..."

However, what?