Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Anping gave the gold hairpin to Sun Hanzhou.

At her request, Sun Hanzhou secretly brought her incense, candles, and paper money the following day.

Anping burned those offerings before Aunt Qiu’s grave, dissolving into another bout of bitter weeping.

After she finished crying, she went and hanged herself that very night!

She hanged herself!

And before seeking her death, she didn’t forget to carry me out to the courtyard and release me into the grass.

“Moon Palace, you don’t need to stay with me anymore. Go back. Thank you for your long companionship.”

To be honest, I was heartbroken.

Even though Princess Anping’s spinelessness sometimes made me angry, I truly considered her a friend in my heart.

I liked her, and she liked me; I thought our bond was unbreakable.

Yet I never expected that after Aunt Qiu’s death, even my presence would be unable to comfort her.

A toad is just a toad. At this moment, I admit it-I lost.

I had no way to rid Anping of her loneliness; the trauma in her heart ran too deep.

I began to feel guilty, feeling like an incompetent friend. I had never truly entered her inner world; perhaps she had long ago grown tired of living.

Anyway, that night was filled with thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down heavily.

While she was hanging herself inside the room, I was on the windowsill outside, jumping three feet high and croaking frantically at her shadow.

“Ribbit! Ribbit! Don’t die! Anping! Don’t die! Open the door!”

I was frantic with worry, but there was nothing I could do.

I hated that I was just a toad and couldn’t save her.

At the critical moment, it was Sun Hanzhou who appeared.

It happened to be Sun Hanzhou’s shift that night. Having delivered the incense and paper money to Anping during the day, he had thought it over and decided to personally return the gold hairpin she had given him.

Sun Hanzhou came to the gates of Fenghuan Palace and knocked, calling out “Miss Xiao Zhi” amidst the howling wind and torrential rain.

There was no response, and the palace gates were left slightly ajar.

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he pushed the door open and entered.

And so, as one might expect, he saved Anping from the noose.

While I stood by, my soul barely back in my body from the fright, I couldn’t help but think-

What “Miss Xiao Zhi”! How dim-witted. Princess Anping is Liang Wanping, and her childhood name is Zhizhi; he hadn’t even bothered to look into it.

Sigh, I suppose I can’t blame him. In the Beiliang imperial palace of today, the clan of the Deposed Queen has long been wiped out. Who still remembers the Princess Anping living in the Cold Palace?