She handed the empty bowl to the maid and placed a candied fruit in her mouth.
The medicine was truly bitter; over the years, she couldn't recall how much bitter medicine she had drunk—it had already become a part of her life, and she was used to it.
Gently caressing her belly, Ning Yulan sighed to herself; after all, it wasn't doing its part.
She felt somewhat guilty inside; unable to bear children, her in-laws had collected numerous prescriptions to help nourish her body but didn't say much more.
Given the current situation, she could accept her husband taking a concubine, but alas, he refused even unto death, insisting that even if the two of them remained childless forever, it wouldn't matter. He even caused a scene before the in-laws, declaring his determination not to take a concubine.
Her husband was his parents' child in their old age, spoiled since childhood, with a stubborn temperament that nobody could persuade.
Her in-laws didn't have much criticism for her.
