Even the emperor and empress found the diagnosis unrealistic. The medicines were prescribed by the best imperial physician in the palace, who was also a fifth-grade alchemist.
This little girl actually dared to say that the prescription given by a fifth-grade alchemist was burdening her body. How ridiculous.
While everyone was secretly mocking Xue Fanxin, Ye Jiushang said with extreme trust, "Then write a prescription."
"Alright." Xue Fanxin wanted to take out a pen and paper from her pocket, but the maid had already prepared them for her. "This is a relatively gentle prescription. Let Her Highness take it for a while. When the time comes, I'll treat her again."
"Follow the Ninth Imperial Consort's prescription and get the medicine."
The Ninth Imperial Consort… The crowd was very shocked. Yu Yuefu could not help but ask, "Ninth Lord, when did you marry a consort?"
Damn it… She had worked so hard to wait for Ye Jiushang and become his consort.
