Ji Mingzhu stood in front of the carriage, her posture proud, and her words were icy, leaving not a trace of warmth.
But aside from her, Xiao Feixue didn't know whom to turn to.
Over the years, she had offended many people, and the Xiao Family had numerous political enemies.
The families of the soldiers who died in battle even wished for her death.
If she were expelled from the Marquis Mansion, those people would definitely come to take revenge on her.
When that time comes, she would find life worse than death.
The Marquis Mansion was very determined to divorce her, if Xiao Feixue hadn't refused to face reality and run away, the divorce papers would have been handed to her by now.
Escaping didn't solve the problem, but she could only try to delay it, hoping to find a way out for herself.
Compared to those people, Ji Mingzhu was considered soft-hearted.
In the face of life and death, what did dignity matter?
