"Dead?" Gu Nuo'er was shocked.

The eighth prince nodded: "I heard that she struggled and resisted several times on the way to Kezhou."

"The accompanying entourage said that this Miss Feng was crying all the way. When she was passing through the mountains, she couldn't think of it and jumped off the carriage."

"Xu wanted to run away, but he was unlucky. His head hit a sharp stone by the side of the road, and he died before he was sent to the hospital."

"At this moment, her body has been transported back to Feng's house."

Gu Nuo'er was speechless, not knowing what to say.

The fifth prince frowned slightly: "Eighth brother, what do you care about her life and death."

The eighth prince glanced at him: "This Feng Zhiyu, after all, has offended his sister, I don't want to stare at her, make sure she goes to Kezhou, so as not to find any way to come back."

"Besides, the fifth brother also told me, but my entourage found two of your secret guards who tried to unload Feng Zhiyu's wheel."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes and looked at the fifth prince.

Fifth Prince Gu Zichen clenched his fists and coughed lightly under his lips.

"I also wanted to vent my anger on my sister, but after thinking about it, my people have already returned."

The seventh prince shook his head helplessly, clasping his hands together: "Amitabha."

Gu Nuoer thought about it, but felt confused.

"Even if she doesn't want to marry, why can't she think about it? It's too dangerous to jump out of the car and run away."

The fifth prince sneered: "I must think that the queen mother married her to a remote and bitter place?"

"Actually, Kezhou has already developed and prospered. It borders Yaoxia and Qiangdi. The eldest son of Lord Yu, the magistrate of Kezhou, whom the mother asked her to marry, is also a well-known local talent."

The eighth prince nodded: "Listen to my mother-in-law, this gentleman will be transferred back to Beijing in two years."

"That is to say, even if Miss Feng gets married, she will only stay in Kezhou for a year or two before returning to the capital to reunite with her parents and family."

"The mother's mother was for Nuo'er, so she let her go away from her hometown, but she didn't embarrass her too much. Unfortunately, she couldn't think of it herself and took her life directly."

In other words, Feng Zhiyu did not suffer in this marriage.

Two years of marriage, just because Feng Zhiyu bullied Gu Nuoer, the queen wanted to give her a warning.

If Feng Zhiyu can survive for two years, he can follow his father-in-law and his family back to the capital.

Hearing this, Gu Nuoer sighed.

And in Feng's house, a cold and white succulent was hung up, and there was a lot of crying.

"Yu'er! My Yu'er!" Madam Feng was lying beside the coffin, looking at Feng Zhiyu's cold and dead white face, crying out of breath.

Suddenly, Madam Feng froze all over and fell down limply.

The surrounding maids exclaimed: "It's not good, Madam fainted, call Lang Zhong to come!"

In the mourning hall, everything was in a hurry.

After Mrs. Feng was settled down, Mr. Feng in white clothes came to the mourning hall with a haggard face.

"Yu'er, it's useless for my father, I couldn't protect you." Master Feng was lying on the side of the coffin. He was over forty years old, crying and mourning.

In Feng Zhiyu's hair, there was a blood hole that was knocked out.

Even after sorting out the remains, it is still shocking.

This made Master Feng even more broken and sad.

If at first, after the Empress gave the order, he could kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy.

Is it not that his daughter will not die?

In the brazier, red flames licked the yellow paper, and the flying soot swirled.

The hall was filled with suppressed and regretful cries.