After the Death of the Princess, the Prince Regretted It Beyond Measure

As a princess, I have to prepare medicine for my deceased sister every morning. She was the white moonlight in my husband's heart. She died young due to illness. For the past ten years, my husband has looked at me cooking medicine with a cold look in his eyes. It wasn't until I was holding a medicine bowl and coughing up blood in front of my dead sister's grave that he asked me with red eyes like crazy: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You were the medicine person who saved me back then?" Purpose: Treat others well