At this point, Zhuzhu suddenly couldn't continue.

Bian Yanzhi finally stopped coughing after a long while; her face was already flushed red.

Zhuzhu handed the medicine to her with a pained expression: "Miss, please drink it."

Bian Yanzhi pushed her hand away: "What good would it do to drink it? Actually, it's better if Cousin Yun doesn't know. If I hadn't married Cousin Yun, it wouldn't have delayed him."

As she spoke the last sentence, two glistening tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

Zhuzhu quickly wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and said anxiously, "Miss! The doctor said you mustn't worry!"

Bian Yanzhi, however, remained oblivious, her delicate brows furrowed, tears streaming down her face.

Zhuzhu looked at her and almost burst into tears along with her.

Having exhausted all other options, she called out to Bian Yanzhi, "Miss! If you continue to be so depressed, I really have to tell the young master!"

As she spoke, she turned to walk outside.

Bian Yanzhi quickly gathered her thoughts and grabbed her sleeve: "No, you're not allowed to go!"

Zhuzhu turned around and hugged her as she nearly fell. She then picked up the medicine from the table and said, "Then Miss, please take your medicine. Trust me, I will definitely help you recover. Then you and Young Master can live happily together."

As she spoke, she handed the herbal medicine to Bian Yanzhi.

Bian Yanzhi pursed her lips, picked up the bowl of medicine, and drank it down in one gulp.

Just as Zhuzhu was about to put a candied fruit in her mouth, she immediately vomited up all the medicine she had just drunk.

After vomiting, she started coughing violently, to the point that she almost fainted.

As she coughed, she tasted blood in her mouth.

She quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhuzhu looked at her with a panicked expression.

She quietly put away her handkerchief, smiled, and said, "It's alright, I'll brew another bowl. It won't be a problem to drink it tomorrow morning."

Her face was now so pale it was almost transparent.

Zhuzhu watched her with concern as tears slowly streamed down her face, one by one.

"Miss, why don't we talk to the young master about it?" Zhuzhu was getting more and more anxious as she spoke.

Both she and Bian Yanzhi knew that Bian Yanzhi's health was deteriorating day by day, and her only wish now was to marry Sang Yun.

However, the Sang family did not mention this matter at all, and she did not want to affect Sang Yun because of herself, so the matter was delayed again and again.

Bian Yanzhi shook her head and said weakly, "No, Zhuzhu, I can't stay with him for long, why should I occupy the position of his legal wife?"

Zhuzhu hugged Bian Yanzhi with heartache: "Miss, you're the only kind one. Look around the Sang family, besides the master and the young master, who cares about you? But the young master has been acting strangely lately, bringing women back every few days!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Yan couldn't help but purse her lips: "If Cousin Yun really likes her, I wish them well."

"Miss!" Zhuzhu reached out and supported Bian Yanzhi's shoulder: "Why should you make her suffer like this!"

Bian Yanzhi looked at her and shook her head: "You don't understand. Love isn't about possession; it's about wanting him to be better. If I were healthy, I might have tried to fight for it. But now, in my condition, even if I did, how long would the good times last? Wouldn't it just be wasting Cousin Yun's time? Rather than that, I should at least leave a good impression on him..."