Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

As soon as Gu Peng finished speaking, the group set off towards the direction of the flower viewing event.

Outside the Fuyao Pavilion, the concubines were competing with each other for beauty, the place was bustling with noise and excitement.

However, amidst this hustle and bustle, the scene inside Fuyao Pavilion is quite different.

A man in black was hiding in the shadows, his eyes were gloomy and there was a hint of weirdness in them.

In front of him, Concubine Yao was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had exquisite makeup, but she could not hide the madness in her eyes.

"The family of the Prime Minister's chef?" Concubine Yao smiled softly.

She took the object handed over by the man in black, and her laughter revealed a hint of madness.

"Leave this matter to me. It will be more interesting if I come forward."

Her eyes flashed with a twisted light, as if she was enjoying the pleasure of being manipulated from behind.

The man in black looked at her, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Yaopin played with the object in her hand, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

But there was a chilling chill in it.

She seemed to be eager to see this matter become a big deal.

Seeing those people panic,

See yourself standing tall in this chaos.

"The more lively it is outside Fuyao Pavilion, the more exciting the show here will be."

Yaopin murmured in a low voice, her voice full of twisted pleasure and anticipation.

"Let me come and stir up this storm."

After a while, the cook of the Prime Minister's Mansion and his wife and daughter were brought before Concubine Yao.

Concubine Yao sat at the top with a cold expression, examining them with eyes as sharp as a knife.

As soon as the cook stepped into the room, he felt a huge sense of oppression and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

"You, are the cook in the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Concubine Yao spoke slowly, her voice cold and majestic.

The cook didn't dare to look directly into Concubine Yao's eyes. He lowered his head and replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, that's me."

Yaopin smiled contemptuously and said, "I want you to work for me from now on, how about that?"

The cook's face suddenly changed when he heard this. He looked up at Concubine Yao, his eyes filled with fear and struggle:

"Prime Minister, you have done me a favor, I cannot do such a thing that would harm others!"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Yao's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and she laughed coldly:

"Oh? You are very loyal. However, you have to think clearly, which is more important, the Prime Minister's kindness or the lives of you and your family."

The cook's wife and daughter were trembling beside him. The cook looked at them, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still trembling:

"The Prime Minister has treated me well, and I really cannot do anything to let him down."

A hint of cruelty flashed across Concubine Yao's eyes. She waved her hand at her subordinates and said in a cold and decisive voice:

"Take them down and throw them into the cells underground."

Her order was immediately carried out.

The family was roughly dragged up, their faces full of fear and helplessness, but in the face of such a powerful force, any resistance seemed futile.

The underground cell was dark and damp, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and death.

The family was ruthlessly pushed into the cell, and the iron door closed heavily behind them, as if completely isolating them from any hope from the outside world.

They fell to the ground, snuggled up to each other, trying to find a little warmth and comfort from each other.

In the corner of the cell, Concubine Yao walked towards them step by step, humming the little tune again.

Concubine Yao looked calm, yet she exuded a majesty that could not be ignored.

She spoke slowly, with an unquestionable determination in her tone:

"As for me, I will first talk to you about reason. If you are not willing to be used by me, then your daughter will be the first to try my methods."

As she spoke, she reached out and picked up a long and thin steel needle. The tip of the needle flashed coldly under the light, which was chilling.

She gently raised the steel needle to her eyes, as if she was admiring a piece of art, and seemed to be thinking about how to make it work best.

The corner of Yaopin's mouth curled up into a sneer, and continued:

"You don't want me to stick needles into your daughter's body one by one, do you?

You probably can't imagine that kind of pain.

So, I hope you can make the right choice, for your daughter and for yourself.”

Her voice, though calm, was threatening.

The cook whispered tremblingly:

"I really can't do anything to hurt the Prime Minister. Please let us go, Madam Queen?"

Concubine Yao stood up suddenly and without saying a word, pulled the nine-year-old girl out of her mother's arms.

He shouted sternly, "Someone, hold this child up and show me her fingers one by one."

Then Concubine Yao asked the cook again:

"I'm asking you again, are you willing to be used by me?"

The child's mother cried and begged:

"Husband, she is our biological daughter, you...you can't be so cruel! She is my life!"

At the same time, Concubine Yao had already started to thrust the steel needle into the gaps between the child's fingers. The child's screams echoed throughout the cell.

A trace of despair flashed across the cook's eyes, and he finally knelt on the ground powerlessly, knocking his head one by one:

"Please spare my life, Madam. Please spare my life! I am willing to do anything for you, Madam. I only ask you to let my family go."

Yaopin watched with satisfaction as the cook succumbed to her majesty. A smug smile appeared on her lips:

"Very good. Remember what you said today. As long as you work for me loyally, I will not treat you unfairly."

Yaopin said coldly:

"Come here. Take the child and the woman to the guest room and take good care of them. Also call a doctor to treat the child's wounds with the best medicine."

Yaopin's words were full of threats and intimidation. The cook kowtowed more quickly, his voice trembling with fear:

"Yes, yes, I will serve you loyally and will never have any second thoughts."

Yaopin looked at the trembling cook with contempt, feeling very proud. She turned and walked towards the inner room, while coldly saying:

"Okay, get up. Remember, your family is still in my hands.

Your every move is related to their life and death."

After saying this, Concubine Yao disappeared into the inner room, leaving the cook alone.

He knelt in the middle of the empty hall with his fists clenched, his heart filled with fear and an indescribable expression.

On the other side, Yaopin's maids quickly followed her instructions and took the child and the injured woman to the guest room.

And he invited the best doctor in the palace to treat the child.

Although the child was still sobbing softly, her wounds were quickly healed under the doctor's careful care.

Concubine Yao stood in front of the window of the inner room, looking far away in the direction of the guest room, with a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of her mouth.

However, Yaopin did not know that in this world, no power can control others forever.

Every oppressed life has the potential to spark resistance.

Yaopin stood up, walked to the cook, and whispered, "Do you think you still have a choice? From now on, everything you have will belong to me. If you obey me, I will keep your family safe; if you dare to have second thoughts, you should know the consequences."