After Our Child Was Stillborn, My Wife Stopped Fighting

The day Luo Yizhao miscarried, she nearly died along with her unborn child.

Every doctor in the city was summoned away by Pei Yanzhi, the heir to the marquisate, all so he could comfort his childhood sweetheart, who had been "frightened."

In this marriage, her mother-in-law poured out the medicinal soup she had painstakingly prepared and fed it to the dog. She nursed her frail sister-in-law back to health, only for the girl to call her a country bumpkin unworthy of being 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 thinks your prescription is worth taking."

Later, the childhood sweetheart killed someone while claiming to be a miracle doctor, and everyone in the marquis's residence joined forces 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 pretend to retreat while secretly scheming to get your way. You're nothing but a lowborn doctor. Once you leave the marquis's residence, who will give you wealth and status?"

She really did leave.

With the very same hands, she healed the imperial family above and the common people below, rising all the way to a position above everyone else.

When they met again, Pei Yanzhi bowed to her.

At last, he had also uncovered the truth behind her miscarriage. Eyes bloodshot, he stormed into the prince's residence and clutched her hand. "You are my wife! We had a child together!"

Luo Yizhao withdrew her fingers one by one. "Pei Yanzhi, you don't deserve to speak of him."