After Our Child Was Stillborn, My Wife Stopped Fighting

The day Luo Yizhao suffered a miscarriage, she nearly died along with her unborn child.

The heir, Pei Yanzhi, summoned every doctor in the city away, all to comfort his childhood sweetheart, who had been "frightened."

In this marriage, her mother-in-law threw out the medicinal dishes she had painstakingly prepared and fed them to the dogs. Her sister-in-law, whose frail health Luo Yizhao had worked to improve, said that a country girl like her wasn't fit to be her sister-in-law. Even the servants dared to skimp on her meals.

Her childhood sweetheart stole her prescription and passed it off as the work of a miracle doctor. Pei Yanzhi merely said, "It's your good fortune that she likes your prescription."

Later, the childhood sweetheart used her false reputation as a miracle doctor to treat someone to death. The entire marquis's household joined together to pin the blame on Luo Yizhao.

Before the executioner's blade fell, she finally understood: she was done being the heir's wife.

When she submitted the divorce papers, Pei Yanzhi sneered. "You want to play the victim while acting self-righteous. This is just a ploy to make me give in. You're a lowborn woman doctor. Without the marquis's household, who will give you wealth and glory?"

She left him for real.

With those same hands, she treated the emperor's relatives and nobles above, and the common people below. Step by step, she rose to a position above all others.

When they met again, Pei Yanzhi bowed to her.

At last, he also discovered the truth behind her miscarriage. Eyes red, he stormed into the prince's manor and grabbed her hand. "You're my wife! We even had a child together!"

Luo Yizhao pulled her fingers free one by one. "Pei Yanzhi, you don't deserve to speak of that child."