Regardless of how these physicians questioned her, Ye Ningxin’s words had already touched Miss Song’s heart.
The effects Ye Ningxin described were precisely what she had been pursuing wholeheartedly.
Over the past two days, doctors had come in waves, yet all the methods they proposed involved nourishing and regulating the body first.
She was unwilling.
She would rather let her body remain a little weaker, as long as she could achieve the result of slimming down as quickly as possible.
Ye Ningxin was her confidante.
Thus, ignoring the others’ chatter, Miss Song gave the order: “Everyone else, leave. Only this female physician shall stay.”
Under the Steward’s direction, the others eventually left, albeit reluctantly.
Now that there were no men present, Song Qianqian no longer hid behind the curtain. Instead, she stepped out to meet Ye Ningxin.
This prefect’s daughter was indeed as plump as the rumors said, even surpassing Ye Ningxin’s previous state.
“Miss, do you think my body can still be treated?”
Although Song Qianqian lived a life of luxury, her expression suggested she had long lost hope in life. Coupled with her previous struggles, her face had taken on a pallid, weary hue.
As a physician, what Ye Ningxin disliked most was patients giving up on themselves first.
She removed her veil hat and looked solemnly at Song Qianqian. “What do you think of me?”
Song Qianqian: “Miss, your complexion is rosy, your demeanor is outstanding, and though your figure isn’t particularly graceful, it can still be considered slender. Why? Do you want me to praise you?”
Ye Ningxin: “If my current appearance is worthy of praise in Miss Song’s eyes, then Miss Song can rest assured—I can help you achieve your wish!”
Song Qianqian: “Do you have some miraculous medicine?”
Ye Ningxin: “It’s not exactly miraculous medicine, but it is a medicine specifically for treating obesity like ours.”
“Ours?” Song Qianqian chuckled. “You’re being too modest. How can you and I be mentioned in the same breath?”
Regarding Ye Ningxin’s words, Song Qianqian wanted to believe but found it hard to trust.
“Miss Song, have you heard the rumors in the streets that a Prince came to Zhiyang County and married a plump girl there?”
“Naturally, I’ve heard of that,” Song Qianqian replied.
Since ancient times, royal secrets have always fascinated the common people. Even if he was a demoted Prince, he was still a member of the royal family.
People were even more inclined to comment on the events in their lives.
Especially the unfavorable ones. For example: a handsome Prince marrying an unattractive wife.
“I am that Plump Princess Consort,” Ye Ningxin revealed the truth.
“You!” Song Qianqian’s mouth fell open in surprise. “Could the rumors be wrong?”
“No, because I’ve slimmed down!” Ye Ningxin answered earnestly. “It took two months.”
“Really! This is true!” A ray of light entered Song Qianqian’s world, allowing her to see hope for life once again.
“Then what method did you use?” she asked eagerly.
Ye Ningxin took out the Weight-Loss Pills from her small medicine case, opened the box, and placed the pills before Song Qianqian.
“This?” Song Qianqian picked up a pill and examined it carefully, as if trying to discern something special about it, but there was nothing. The pill looked utterly ordinary.
“Can this really work?” she still harbored some doubts.
“Whether it works or not, you’ll only know by trying it yourself.” Ye Ningxin wasn’t in a hurry to convince her, after all, results speak louder than words.
“Before taking the medicine, I need to clarify one thing with you,” Ye Ningxin said seriously. “This medicine has no side effects and won’t cause you any discomfort. The only thing is that when you start taking it, your body will expel a large amount of waste toxins. When you bathe, you’ll notice a lot of black substances. Don’t be afraid—this will gradually disappear.”
“That’s nothing to worry about. I’m not afraid.” For Song Qianqian, even if she were asked to drink arsenic now, as long as it wasn’t fatal, she would be willing to try.
“Can I take this pill now?” Song Qianqian was very eager.
“Yes!” Ye Ningxin reassured her. “Just take one pill each morning and evening.”
“A person can’t become fat in one bite, and of course, they can’t become thin overnight either. Adjust your mindset, eat well, maintain healthy habits, and everything will gradually improve.”
“But I’m afraid to eat!” Song Qianqian said sadly. “I’m worried that if I eat, I won’t be able to lose weight.”
Ye Ningxin replied, “You can control the amount you eat at each meal—eat less but more frequently.”
“Actually, I’m not as big an eater as the rumors say!” Song Qianqian had occasionally heard how people outside talked about her. “I only eat two bowls of rice per meal.”
“I know.” Ye Ningxin naturally didn’t believe the rumors either. As someone who had once been overweight, she knew that no matter how heavy someone was, it was impossible for them to eat two whole chickens in one meal—that was just an exaggeration.
“Don’t worry. After taking this pill, you’ll feel less inclined to eat,” Ye Ningxin comforted her. “Just try to control it according to your body’s needs.”
“Alright.” Song Qianqian took her first Weight-Loss Pill with warm water.
Just as Ye Ningxin had anticipated, once Miss Song started taking her medicine, she could no longer leave the estate.
On the surface, she and Shopkeeper Qian were invited to stay as guests, but in reality, they were being detained. If anything happened to Miss Song during the medication period, the two of them could be arrested and punished on the spot.
With enough money left at the inn for their stay, Ye Ningxin and Shopkeeper Qian settled in comfortably at the estate.
Although it was said earlier that Miss Song could take the medicine without additional supplements, for the sake of her health, Ye Ningxin still asked Shopkeeper Qian to prescribe her a mild tonic formula.
Combining supplementation with weight loss would help her become both slim and healthy.
Miss Song lived in a three-section courtyard, bustling with servants and maids coming and going.
Although the courtyard had pavilions, rockeries, ponds, and gardens, its deep and secluded layout made Ye Ningxin feel as if living there year-round would confine one’s soul, depriving them of freedom.
After getting to know Miss Song a little better, Ye Ningxin voiced her curiosity: “How did you, living in the inner courtyard all year, come to know that Scholar Li?”
At the mention of Scholar Li, a blush appeared on Miss Song’s face. “Once, my father invited some locally renowned scholars to the estate for a poetry gathering. I sneaked in to listen. Scholar Li was exceptionally knowledgeable and talented, standing out far more than the others who attended.”
“Is that all?” Ye Ningxin was somewhat perplexed. “Just because he’s talented, you’re determined to marry him?”
“Originally, I didn’t have such thoughts either,” Miss Song replied with a hint of embarrassment. “It was only later, when my aunt often spoke to me about this Scholar Li, praising him for respecting teachers and upholding principles, describing him as handsome and talented, and saying he was humble and courteous…”
“Over time, I developed feelings for him. When others came to propose marriage, I realized that the person I truly wanted to marry should be Scholar Li. That’s why I asked my father to send someone to propose to him…”
So it seemed, the root of this matter lay with that aunt.