"Oh, my eldest lady, you have suffered, and the old slave has come to pick you up."
Ye Fuxun would never forget this voice for the rest of her life. The nanny she respected and loved betrayed her and caused her to miscarry.
An old woman about fifty years old opened the door and walked in. When she saw Ye Fuxun, she stepped forward and took Ye Fuxun's hand affectionately, "My eldest lady, you have suffered."
"Mommy, are you here to take me back to your home?"
Ye Fuxun saw Aunt Wei again as if it was a lifetime ago. He suppressed the hatred in his heart and calmly took out his hand.
"Yes, General Tang has returned triumphantly and will return to Beijing soon. I hope the eldest lady will go back with the old slave soon."
In the swaying carriage, they had already been driving for a whole day. The non-stop tossing made Ye Fuxun tired and had to lean against the window and close his eyes to rest, thinking carefully about all the things he had done on the way back in his previous life.
Ye Mansion was afraid that his uncle's return to Beijing would affect the relationship between the two families, so he thought of her daughter and was anxious to take her back to his home. Logically speaking, it would be better to send her to the capital safely. Why did he almost lose his life when he met a thief at the inn in his last life?
He lost his life, missed his return date, and made Ye Hanliang hate himself again?
Ye Fuxun opened his eyes and saw the driver driving the car through the wind-blown curtain. He was sitting as calm as a pine tree, his Dantian was filled with energy and his face was expressionless. Although he was dressed in a shabby coachman's uniform, he still did not change his aggressive attitude.
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"Qing Ruo, you and grandma are sitting in the car. I'm a little bored. Let's go outside to get some air." Ye Fuxun said hello to Qing Ruo and ignored Qing Ruo's dissuasion. He opened the curtain and walked out of the car.
The driver sat down.
The coachman didn't expect her to come out. He was stunned for a moment and gave an unnatural smile. "Miss, why did you come out? It's windy outside. Please get in quickly."
"It's too stuffy in the car, come out and take a breath." Ye Fuxun leaned back on the car, put his right hand into his left sleeve, and gently held the Mongolian sweat medicine hidden in the embroidery, "Uncle, it's hard enough for you to drive the car.
The road to the inn is too far, so why not take a shortcut through Jiangling City and rest at the inn in Jiangling City tonight."
"What are you talking about, miss? It is the duty of an old slave to drive a carriage. Miss, you don't know something. To go to the inn, we take the official road, which is safe. The road to Jiangling City has been plagued by bandits recently, so it is not safe." The coachman did not notice that Ye
The strange behavior of Fu Xun, a thin and thin girl of fifteen years old, really made people unprepared, so the coachman whipped his whip a few more times and the carriage drove faster.
"Safe? It's probably safer to enter the inn than to enter the bandit's den. The bandits only care about money. I'm afraid the people in this inn are also interested in money and life." Ye Fuxun curled the corners of his lips and said quietly.
"Miss, what do you mean by this?" The coachman became suspicious and turned to look at Ye Fulun. A cold light shot out from his eyes, and his face, which was already expressionless, became even more distorted.
Ye Fuxun met his eyes. The weak woman of fifteen years old was no less powerful than the strong man of thirty years old.
"I said it's still unknown whether I can come out alive after going to the inn."
The coachman's hand on the whip tightened, "Miss, you really know how to joke."
"Is it funny?" Ye Fuxun leaned against the carriage again, "Let me guess who sent you? Auntie Xie? It doesn't matter anyway, just make sure I can get to the inn, and then close the door and kill everyone. Even if you let me
If you are lucky enough to escape, you will also miss the return date to Beijing, which will definitely make your father unhappy, but it is true, the Ye family has always been short of money to hire experts, so why do you have to hire someone clean and tidy? Don't show off your skills."
"How did you...find out?" At this moment, the coachman's fierce appearance was revealed. Although it was very surprising to be discovered by Ye Fuxun, the other party was a weak woman who could not control the wind. What kind of trouble could she make? At most, she could only use her words. It really took him away.
He was desperate, so he had to take action in advance at worst. He had already held the dagger in his hand and was ready to take action at any time. Anyway, his mission was to send Ye Fuxun to the inn and then silence him without anyone noticing.
In fact, he is not a killer hired by Aunt Xie, but a bodyguard raised by the Xie family. Now he only takes orders from Aunt Xie and her daughter. This time, under Aunt Xie's order, Ye Fuxun must not be allowed to return to the capital!
Ye Fuxun sneered, "A coachman will not be as violent as you. If you smile more, I probably won't doubt you."
"That's it?"
"I don't know, have you ever heard of a saying called - a war never tires of deceit!,"
After saying this, Ye Fuxun sprinkled the Mongolian sweat medicine that he had prepared on the coachman. The coachman did not expect that Ye Fuxun would make such a move. After struggling for a few times, he became weak and fell down.
Ye Fuxun quickly pulled out the hairpin from her head and thrust it into the person's neck without looking. The blood spurted out splattered her sleeves and the car curtain. The people in the car were frightened and screamed in unison.
Mammy looked at Ye Fuxun in disbelief. Qingruo hurriedly walked out of the carriage, looking at Ye Fuxun in worry and horror.
"Go in."
Ye Fuxun pulled the reins, kicked the corpse off the carriage, and then shouted "Drive." He turned around and let the carriage drive towards Jiangling City.