Shen Chuwei always felt that without conflicts of interest, struggles for power, or deep-seated vendettas, there was no need to kill a person.
Looking at Ye Suhuan in front of her, born into privilege, lacking neither money nor influence, why would he want to kill Xiao Jinyan?
Although she feared the unbalanced Ye Suhuan, as long as she remained in the palace for even one day, she couldn't avoid dealing with him.
"Why do you want to kill him?" Ye Suhuan poured himself a cup of tea, lifted his head to look at her, his gaze drifting as though he were thinking about something.
Even with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, it sent a chill down Shen Chuwei's spine.
"You don't need to know." Ye Suhuan lifted the teacup to his lips and took a couple of sips.
Shen Chuwei stood up abruptly, almost slamming her hand on the table, "He is my husband. You want to kill him and I don't even have the right to know why?"