Chapter 153: Deserted Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Feng Xun wasn’t without friends. The guy was backed by Jun Linyuan, the crown prince! Feng Yiran recalled what happened in the Feng manor previously and had to admit that his younger sister here did have a point. Feng Liu watched him closely. Seeing the frown on his face, she knew that Feng Yiran was wavering. Hence, she clenched her fists and grabbed the opportunity. “Brother, do you think your relationship with Feng Wu will somehow be mended one day?” Feng Yiran shook his head without hesitation. In order to compete for the position of future clan chief, Feng Yiran had once done something to betray both Feng Wu and the entire Feng clan. There was no fixing his relationship with Feng Wu, for she would kill him if she ever found out what he had done. Feng Liu went on driving the wedge between Feng Yiran and Feng Wu. “And there’s more, Brother. You have to admit that many influential people have interesting notions about Feng Wu’s pretty mother... If they were cornered somehow, what do you think they’ll do...” Feng Yiran’s frown grew bigger. “I can see that now.” An exhilarated look flickered in Feng Liu’s eyes. “So, how about we do it now...” She gestured with her hand, drawing her fingers across her neck. Feng Yiran was still frowning. “Ah Liu, have you forgotten what I taught you...” “I haven’t. You told me not to do it myself, but to let others do it for me, right? I remember that!” Feng Liu lowered her voice. “On our way here, didn’t we run into a pack of Obsidian Wolves?” Feng Liu whispered something in Feng Yiran’s ear, then looked at him eagerly. “Brother, what do you think? It’ll be an accident no one could have anticipated. Even if Young Lord Feng wants to take revenge afterwards, he’ll have to vent his rage on those Obsidian Wolves, wouldn’t he?” Feng Yiran gave Feng Liu a look. “I see you’ve learned a few things.” “That’s because I have a good teacher.” Feng Liu raised her chin proudly. “Good. I’ll leave it to you, then.” A cold light flickered in Feng Yiran’s eyes. He had made plans to get rid of Feng Wu before they reached the imperial capital. Since Feng Liu had offered to shoulder the task herself, Feng Yiran was more than willing to hand over that burden. Little did Feng Liu know that she had just been used as a pawn. Accepting the task in excitement, she shot a meaningful glance at Caiyue, her maid. A plot against Feng Wu took shape. Feng Liu didn’t carry it out right away, for it required the perfect timing and favorable geographical conditions. They had been traveling for over a week when a little before dark one day, Feng Liu finally exploded! Jumping out of her carriage, she rushed to the rear of the team on horseback and whipped the side of Feng Wu’s carriage hard! Smack! The carriage swayed violently and almost tipped over! The beautiful lady was hungry. She was about to wake Feng Wu up, but the noise frightened her! Feng Liu’s angry voice came from outside. “Why are you people so slow? Don’t you know we’re in a rush?” Feng Wu was cultivating and had closed all her five senses to the outside world. Hence, she heard none of what Feng Liu said. Intimidated, her mother widened her eyes, with no idea how to react. Feng Liu then whipped Uncle Qiu, who was driving the carriage. She said with a smirk on her face, “Drive as slow as you want, then. We’re going at our own speed!” After that, Feng Liu put away the whip and galloped back on her horse. A moment later, the beautiful lady heard the sound of thundering hooves in the distance. Uncle Qiu panicked when he saw those traveling in the front speed off. He waved and cried out, “Hey! Wait for us! Wait!” However, they acted as if they didn’t hear him at all and were soon out of sight. Uncle Qiu looked frightened. “We’ve already entered Death Valley. What are we gonna do now? Death Valley after dark is...”