After Our Child Was Stillborn, My Wife Stopped Fighting

On the day Luo Yizhao suffered a miscarriage, she nearly died along with her unborn child. The heir, Pei Yanzhi, summoned every physician in the city, all to comfort his childhood sweetheart, who had been frightened. In this marriage, her mother-in-law threw away the nourishing medicinal dishes she had carefully prepared and fed them to the dogs. She tried to improve the health of her frail sister-in-law, only to be told that a country girl like her wasn't worthy of being her sister-in-law. Even the servants dared to skimp on her meals. Her prescription was taken by the childhood sweetheart, who passed it off as the work of a miracle doctor. Pei Yanzhi merely said, "It's your good fortune that she thought your prescription was worth taking." Later, the childhood sweetheart killed a patient while posing as a miracle doctor. The entire marquis's household stood united and pushed Luo Yizhao forward to take the blame. Before the blade fell, she finally understood: she was done being the heir's wife. When she presented the divorce papers, Pei Yanzhi sneered. "You want to have it both ways, pretending to retreat when you're just trying to gain the upper hand. You're a lowly doctor from the countryside. Once you leave the marquis's household, who will give you wealth and status?" She really did leave. With the very same hands, she saved members of the imperial family above and treated ordinary people below, rising all the way to a position above everyone else. When they met again, Pei Yanzhi bowed to her. He had finally uncovered the truth behind her miscarriage, too. With red eyes, he stormed into the prince's residence, seized her hand, and cried, "You are my wife! We even had a child together!" Luo Yizhao withdrew her fingers one by one. "Pei Yanzhi, you don't deserve to speak of that child."