Madam Yao and Feng Zi Rui were resting, with Sun the nanny waiting on them. Afraid they would get hot, she slowly fanned them with a fan.

  Feng Yu Huan felt at ease with Sun Shang Shang, but the coachman who drove the carriage was not among those she trusted. Especially when he whipped Xu Shi in Xi Ping village, it further proved that this person was not a good sort.

  "The old lady stayed in the car, I went outside to get some fresh air." After greeting Old Lady Sun, Feng Yuhuan lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and sat down next to the coachman.

  The coachman didn't expect her to come out and was slightly stunned. Then, with a somewhat unnatural smile, he greeted her: "Second Miss."

  This is the ranking of Feng Fu, and above her there is still an older sister, Feng Chen Yu, who was born to Shen Shi, the one who stepped on Yao Shi's shoulders and jumped onto the throne as the main mistress. Now, that is the legitimate daughter of Feng Fu.

  "Ah Bo had a really tough time rushing to catch the train." She leaned her body back, resting against the carriage, and inserted her right hand into her left sleeve, gently turning the phoenix-shaped charm a few times.

  "The second young lady is right, this is all the old slave's duty." The coachman pulled the reins and didn't notice the gloomy tone in Feng Yuexiang's voice, and the carriage sped up a bit.

  Feng Yu's lips curled up slightly, "The servants of the Feng manor are indeed loyal."

  "That's natural." The coachman chuckled and didn't think much of it. A twelve-year-old girl, really couldn't arouse any suspicion.

  However, many things often don't develop according to common sense, just like Feng Yuexiang being neglected by the charioteer.

  "What a pity." She said with a sigh: "What a pity that our loyal servant doesn't know the way, and at this rate, we'll never reach the capital in this lifetime."

  "Huh?" The driver finally became suspicious, turned his head to glance at Feng Yuexia, and the originally foolish face gradually revealed a twisted expression, with a sharp glint in his eyes. "What do you mean by that, Second Miss?"

  Feng Yu Huan also looked at him, their eyes met, and the 12-year-old girl's momentum was not inferior to that of a nearly forty-year-old strong man.

  "I said, this road isn't even the way to the capital."

  The coachman's hand on the reins tightened a bit, "Where does Second Miss think we're going?"

  "How would I know?" She leaned back into the carriage, "When it comes to killing and silencing, one must ensure a clean and efficient job, without being detected beforehand. The illustrious Feng Manor is certainly not lacking in skilled hands, but their mistake lies in underestimating my mother and two daughters." As she spoke, she laughed self-mockingly, "It's truly ironic, even in death, that so-called father of mine didn't even grant me a slightly more worthy opponent."

  "You..." The carman's face was full of ferocity, although he had been seen through and it was unexpected, but he still didn't think that a twelve-year-old little girl could come up with anything. It was just a matter of showing off her eloquence, if she really provoked him, at most, he would just get rid of this carful of people right now, no big deal.

  He was a guard raised by the Feng family, and when he came, he received a secret order from Left Prime Minister Feng Jinyuan that the three women of the Yao family could not return to Beijing, and they would be killed halfway.

  As for the marriage contract with the Ninth Prince, it was originally arranged by the imperial family for the legitimate daughter of the Feng manor. Now that the legitimate daughter is Eldest Miss Feng Chenyu, this engagement has nothing to do with the branch of the Yao family anymore.

  The coachman sneered and stopped hiding, he was just curious how a little girl could be so sharp. "How did you find out?" He asked, already holding the dagger in his hand, waiting for Feng Yuexiang to finish answering before making his move.

  Feng Yu Huan also followed with a cold laugh, and the laughter sounded gloomy and eerie.

  "When you were with Xu Xi, be a bit more gentle, and I might not have suspected you."

  "This one?"

  "Not just that." She pointed to his hand, "There's a thick callus on the tiger's mouth of your right hand, obviously caused by holding weapons for many years. If you were driving a carriage, the callus should be on your index finger."

  As soon as the words were spoken, before the car driver could react, Feng Yu Heng made her move. She had long since retrieved a palm-sized anesthetic gun from space and shot it out through her sleeve.

  The driver fell over without any warning. Feng Yu Heng quickly got up, snatched the dagger, and without even looking, she swiped it across the man's neck. The blood spraying out splattered onto her sleeves and the carriage curtains, causing the people inside to scream in unison.

  Feng Yu pulled the reins tight, kicked the corpse off the carriage with one foot, and immediately shouted: "Drive!" The horse's head turned around, and it galloped northward.

  The four of them were fleeing for their lives, heading towards the capital city.

  Feng Yu Heng was now extremely eager to see that Feng manor, she wanted to take a look and see what kind of face her father, who had such a ruthless heart, would make.