Yao and Feng Zirui were resting, and Grandma Sun was waiting beside them. She was afraid that she would get too hot, so she slowly fanned the two women.
Feng Yuheng was very reassured about Nanny Sun, but the driver was not among those she felt reassured about. Especially the few whips she received from Mrs. Xu in Xiping Village showed that this person was by no means a kind person.
"Mammy, stay in the car. I'll go outside and take a breath." After saying hello to Grandma Sun, Feng Yuheng lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and sat down with the driver.
The coachman didn't expect her to come out, so he was stunned for a moment, then said hello with an unnatural smile: "Second Miss."
This is the ranking of the Feng Mansion. There is a sister above her, Feng Chenyu, who was born to the Shen family who stepped on Yao family's shoulders and jumped to the throne of the mistress of the family. Now, that is the serious Feng Mansion.
Daughter.
"It was so hard for Uncle to drive all the way." She leaned back against the carriage, put her right hand into her left sleeve, and gently twisted the Phoenix birthmark a few times.
"Whatever the second young lady said, this is all the responsibility of the old slave." The coachman tugged on the reins, not paying attention to the sinister tone in Feng Yuheng's tone, and the carriage drove faster.
Feng Yuheng raised her lips and said, "The servants of Feng Mansion are indeed loyal servants."
"That's natural." The coachman laughed twice and didn't pay much attention to her. The twelve-year-old girl really made life without any doubts.
However, many things often do not develop according to common sense, just like Feng Yuheng who was ignored by the driver.
"What a pity." She said quietly, "It's a pity that my loyal servant doesn't know the way. If we keep going like this, we will never reach the capital in this life."
"Huh?" The coachman then became suspicious and turned to look at Feng Yuheng. His originally honest face gradually became distorted, and a gleam came out of his eyes. "What do you think, Miss Second Lady, of these words?"
Feng Yuheng also looked at the other party and looked at each other. The twelve-year-old girl's aura was not inferior to that of the nearly forty-year-old man.
"I said, this road is not the way to the capital at all."
The driver's hand on the whip tightened, "Where does the second lady think we are going?"
"How do I know?" She leaned against the carriage again, "If you want to do something like murder and silence, you have to make sure it is clean and tidy, and you have to make sure no one sees any flaws before you do it. The dignified Feng Mansion is certainly not lacking.
Master, the fault is that they looked down on us, mother and daughter, too much." She said while laughing self-deprecatingly, "It's really ironic to say that even in death, that so-called father refused to give me a better life.
Where is the opponent?"
"You..." The driver's face showed a fierce look. Although it was an accident that his purpose was discovered, he still didn't think that a twelve-year-old girl could give birth to any kind of evil moth. It was nothing more than a show of words, which really drove him to the edge.
If you're anxious, it won't be a big deal if you kill this whole car right now.
He was a bodyguard raised by the Feng family. When he arrived, he was secretly instructed by Left Prime Minister Feng Jinyuan that the Yao family, mother and daughter, must not return to the capital and commit suicide halfway.
As for the engagement with the Ninth Prince, it was made by the royal family to the legitimate daughter of the Feng Mansion. Now that the legitimate daughter is the eldest daughter, Feng Chenyu, this family relationship has long had nothing to do with the Yao family.
The coachman sneered and no longer concealed it. He was just curious about why a little girl could be so sharp and sharp. "How did you find out?" He asked, but he already held the dagger in his hand, waiting for Feng Yuheng to answer.
After finishing the problem, you can start.
Feng Yuheng also sneered, and the laughter sounded sinister.
"If you had been gentler when you slapped Xu, I might not have suspected you."
"That's it?"
"More than that." She pointed to his hand. "There is a thick callus on the right hand. It is obviously caused by holding weapons for many years. If you are driving a car, the callus should be on the index finger."
After saying this, Feng Yuheng took action first before the coachman could make any move. He had already summoned a palm-sized anesthetic gun from the space and fired it through his sleeve.
Without any incident, the coachman fell on his back. Feng Yuheng stood up, grabbed the dagger, and wiped it on the man's neck without looking. The blood spurted out splattered on her sleeves.
and the car curtain, causing the people inside to scream in unison.
Feng Yuheng pulled the reins, kicked the body off the car, and then shouted: "Drive!" The car turned around and drove in the north direction.
Along the way, the four of them were running for their lives, escaping to the capital.
Feng Yuheng was now looking forward to seeing the Feng Mansion. She really wanted to see what her father with such a cruel heart looked like.