The old madam's eyes glittered at the sight of the bag of gold, but she seemed fearful of An Ke and reluctantly trudged downstairs.
As soon as the old madam left, An Ke reached out to embrace the beauty.
The beauty pulled a hairpin from her head, glanced at An Ke, then at herself, steeled her resolve, and aimed the hairpin at her own forehead.
An Ke chuckled, "The beauty even contemplates death in such a unique way. Others commit suicide by slashing their necks, but you, you aim for your forehead. Interesting."
Dressed in a high-collared silk skirt, the beauty's hand trembled slightly as she held the hairpin, but her eyes were fierce, "Who do you think you are to concern yourself with how I choose to die!"