When Yingning saw someone come in, her first reaction was to frantically cover herself with the blanket.
As the weather gets warmer, she still covers herself up tightly, not afraid of getting heat rash.
She said excitedly, "Did you come here to laugh at me? I should leave now. No one will ever compete with you for the Sixth Prince again."
In just a few months, the woman in front of me had become incredibly thin, her body reduced to nothing but skin and bones.
On her arm, which she inadvertently revealed, were numerous knife wounds of varying sizes, the result of her multiple suicide attempts.
Her eyes were full of defensiveness. An Yuan'er couldn't believe it. She was no longer the flamboyant, confident, and beautiful Princess Yingning she once was.
Now, she is nothing more than a peacock stripped of its feathers, trembling and barely clinging to life.
Pride and self-respect are all gone.
"There are no jokes here. I'll see you off." An Yuan'er took a small package out of her pocket and handed it to Zijing.
It wasn't some precious antique porcelain, but rather the silver that Princess Yingning needed most right now.
Royal property cannot be sold, and Yingning doesn't have much money. But Yingning went to the ancient nunnery, where she would need money to bribe officials, and this money was exactly what she needed right now.
It's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow.
After Princess Yingning lost power, none of her former close friends ever visited her again. She truly experienced the coldness and indifference of human relationships.
Unexpectedly, the one who was willing to lend her a helping hand in the end was An Yuan'er, who wasn't even a friend.
"Why did you help me? I came here to compete with you for the Sixth Prince. You should know about that night..." Now, thinking back on it, Ying Ning felt that her actions were truly difficult to talk about.
She was completely blinded by greed at the time; how could she do something so shameless?
“It’s all in the past, it’s not important anymore.” An Yuan’er didn’t bring up the past.
Princess Yingning lowered her guard, but she still said, "Zijing, give the things back to her."
Zijing hesitated for a moment: "Princess, this..."
Ying Ning was disheartened: "I think I won't need it anymore. I'm just a crippled body even when I'm alive, and dead people don't need money."
Her face was ashen, and she let herself perish.
An Yuan'er thought of herself in her previous life: her father was demoted, her husband's family abandoned her, and the An family fell into ruin. She had experienced the same thing back then. However, becoming more and more negative would only cause her pain and distress to her family.
An Yuan'er rushed forward, pulled off Ying Ning's blanket, and slapped her hard.
The slap was loud; it was the first time An Yuan'er had ever slapped someone, and her hand was shaking violently.
Her voice rose and fell with emotion: "The old Duke protected the country and entrusted his son to you on his deathbed. You are his only bloodline. If he knew in the afterlife that you had ruined yourself for a worthless, unfaithful man, how could you, Princess Yingning, face him in the afterlife?"
An Yuan'er's accusations were like heavy blows, striking Princess Yingning's weak spot.
In her past life, An Yuan'er had also longed for someone to slap her hard, to wake her up from her dazed state.
Princess Yingning burst into tears: "I am not worthy to be my father's daughter. I have brought shame upon him."
An Yuan'er squatted down, looking Ying Ning straight in the eye. Even though the two had a bad relationship in the past, An Yuan'er still gave Ying Ning the tolerance and gentleness she could offer.
"Everyone has at least one chance to be forgiven for making a mistake."
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