When the rebels attacked the city, Gu Zhao and his stepsister Gu Rong were captured by the rebels and tied to a high wooden frame.

Her husband, Qin Ye, the son of Ningyuan, stood on the city wall and watched the scene.

"I don't want to die." Gu Rong cried, dressed in white, looking extremely weak.

Gu Zhao had several scratches on her face and was beaten with whips. She was tortured to the point of being on the verge of death, but no matter how much pain she was in, she never cried out in pain.

"Ningyuanbo Prince, who do you want to save? You only have one chance. If you don't choose, then kill them both."

The rebel leader shouted, his tone full of uncontrollable pride.

Qin Ye looked at the two women on the wooden shelf. His eyes passed across Gu Rong's face and he spoke gloomily.

"If you dare to kill them, I will fight you to the death."

"In that case, I'll show you how powerful I am."

After the rebel leader finished speaking, he immediately ordered to cut the ropes that tied Gu Zhao and Gu Rong.

"Prince, save me."

Gu Rong screamed in fear.

"stop."

Qin Ye saw that there was only one rope left to tie his sweetheart, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he immediately called a stop.

"Has the Ningyuan Earl's son been chosen?"

"I choose the wife of the Marquis of Qin." A trace of pain flashed across the face of the Ningyuan Earl's son, and he shouted loudly. "My cousin died young, and I will never let anything happen to my cousin's wife."

Gu Zhao laughed when she heard this. Before she could say anything, a sword flew towards Gu Zhao and hit him in the chest.

A sharp pain came over him. Gu Zhao lowered his head and looked at the arrow in her chest. He began to tremble in pain.

Arrow after arrow, dozens of arrows flew from the city wall, shooting Gu Zhao into a sieve.

Gu Zhao withdrew his gaze from the opposite wall and fell on Gu Rong's face. He saw that she was no longer afraid, but instead had a smug expression on her ferocious face.

"Sister, if you die, no one will be able to stand in my way."

......

After Gu Zhao died, her soul did not leave.

She saw that Gu Rong was rescued and the rebels were recruited by the Prince of Ningyuan, but her adopted children called Gu Rong mother.

Gu Zhaomeng understood everything.

The prayers in the suburban temples were all lies. And all of this was planned by Gu Rong and her good husband Qin Ye.

Her soul then floated to her grandparents' home and saw blood all over the floor and a raging fire.

However, it was rumored that Gu Rong had divorced the Prince of Qin Marquis long ago and married the Prince of Ningyuan Earl.

Hundreds of her relatives and friends were lying in a pool of blood. However, the adulterous couple, who had made great contributions to the emperor, became the Duke of Qin and his wife.

The Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion was also taken into their possession.

Everything was a conspiracy between them and the new emperor, just to eliminate dissidents and let the fourth prince ascend the throne.

Tears of blood flowed from Gu Zhao's eyes. Although she was already a soul, her hatred was like a raging fire.

Rumble.

The wind was blowing hard, dark clouds gathered rapidly, and lightning struck the ground one after another.

The blood on the ground mixed with snow and rain water.

A dazzling white light flashed and Gu Zhao lost consciousness.

"Miss, please wake up."

Cuihua's voice came to her ears. Gu Zhao opened her eyes and Cuihua's anxious face appeared in front of her.

Is she in hell? Why does she see the dead Cuihua?

"Cuihua."

Gu Zhao stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Cuihua's face.

"I'm here." Cuihua held Gu Zhao's hand and said excitedly.

Gu Zhao looked around. This familiar place was her boudoir.

"The old lady is discussing your marriage with the second young lady with the lady."

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