It’s really hard to kill yourself. On my wedding night, I tried to “hang myself from the southern branch,” but the red silk snapped when I pulled on it. The second time, I “accidentally” fell into the water, but unfortunately, after a long drought, the lotus pond that looked bottomless barely reached my knees. I didn’t drown, just ended up covered in mud. I could try poison, but the Imperial Medical Academy took ages to get around to it. Then that old man who looked like the turtle minister caught me and prescribed a pile of tonics, saying that the future of the Moonwolf Kingdom was all in my belly.
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