Chapter 58 - How Can You be so Rude?
The temple hall of State Duke Heng's Mansion stood behind a courtyard shaded by peach trees, casting a serene and tranquil ambiance. The peaceful atmosphere made it an ideal spot for a game of hide-and-seek.
With a gentle “creak,” Tang Yue pushed the door to the temple hall open. To his surprise, the interior was immaculately clean and organized. It was evident that someone diligently maintained it every day.
“People still practice Buddhism in State Duke's Mansion?” Tang Yue inquired skeptically. The appearance of the place hardly matched the family's typical style.
“This used to be where Mother came when she was alive… She held strong beliefs in Buddha,” gasped the Noble Heir of State Duke Heng as he responded. He had only taken a few steps, yet sweat was already pouring down his face, and his limbs felt feeble.
After scanning the area, Tang Yue turned to the Noble Heir of State Duke Heng and asked, “Would you like to take a break, Noble Heir?”
Don't take a break.
It was quite a challenge to picture how he managed during intimate moments with a woman. His substantial girth might restrict him to lying down and simply enjoying the experience.
“Alright… This Noble Heir will take a breather.” Noble Heir of State Duke Heng located a cushion and settled onto it, his ample bulk causing his clothes to strain against his rotund form.
Tang Yue seated himself beside the man, projecting the image of a caring friend, and inquired, “Do you find it exhausting, carrying around all that weight?”
The man nodded, suspicion briefly flickering across his gaze. It appeared as though he might stand up and leave at the slightest hint of distaste. freewebn(o)vel
The corner of Tang Yue's mouth curved, revealing his trademark smile. “I've encountered patients like you before. Your physique is substantial, and exertion brings on heavy perspiration. A bit of physical activity leaves you utterly drained, perhaps even unable to lift a finger. Initially, you feel fatigued and weak, almost anxious. But over time, it only becomes worse.”
“Do you think I'm unwell?” Tang Yue inquired, prompting Noble Heir of State Duke Heng to widen his eyes to the fullest extent.
Tang Yue comfortingly patted him on the shoulder, his touch revealing a surprising softness, lacking the firmness of bones.
“Don't worry,” he reassured. Actually, this isn't an illness. It's just that most of the nutrients in your body are channeled into growing flesh, leaving little for other areas… Do you find yourself not tall enough, lacking physical endurance, and tiring easily even after brief exertion?”
The Noble Heir of State Duke Heng nodded involuntarily, attentively listening as Tang Yue continued, “Do you also experience sensitivity to both cold and heat, swollen and achy limbs, dizziness, along with a perpetually dry mouth, and difficulty sleeping at night?”
Noble Heir of State Duke Heng nodded. Then, his expression turned serious, and he inquired, “You haven't taken my pulse yet. How do you know all of this?”
Tang Yue pondered, thinking, “With this level of obesity, any average person could predict the associated issues.”
“Bro, I doubt you can even lift your legs properly.”
“Checking your pulse isn't necessary to discern your condition. Of course, this isn't considered an illness.”
The Noble Heir of State Duke Heng assumed that since he had successfully healed Wang Zizhao's leg, his medical expertise must be considerable. Hence, it made sense that he could identify others' problems.
He squeezed the flesh on his own body, feeling quite content. It was one of the reasons he always admired attractive women. He didn't desire excessive fat or overly large breasts. After all, he already had those attributes.
Nevertheless, shedding off all that excess weight from his body would certainly bring him joy. After all, no one aspired to be a chubby white meatball.
“Do you possess a solution to heal the Noble Heir's fleshly body?” State Duke Heng had indeed consulted renowned doctors for him before. He followed their prescriptions, but the results were far from satisfactory.
Tang Yue's smile carried an air of mystery. “If you place your trust in me, I naturally possess a method. However, the process may be somewhat demanding.”
The Noble Heir of State Duke Heng cast him a wary glance. “Don't tell me you're suggesting I stay motionless every day? Forget about it!”
Tang Yue reflected, So that's the situation! He had already assessed that with State Duke Heng's famed wisdom, it was implausible for him to stand idly by as his son gradually transformed into a pale doughy bun. The young man probably couldn't endure the rigors of weight loss.
In modern times, weight loss was a prevalent topic. Myriads of approaches existed. Countless products claimed miraculous effects. Yet, when inquiring about the most effective means from a physician, it ultimately boiled down to five words: Consume less, move more!
Another two words apply: Stay committed!
However, very few people actually managed to achieve this. What about the other aristocratic women who wished to slim down?
If you're willing to invest money, numerous specialized slimming institutions will tailor a regimen exclusively for you. While dietary control remains necessary, it undeniably eases a great deal of hardship.
Tang Yue adopted a stern expression and stated, “Whoever propagated that notion? While it indeed contributes to weight loss, alternative methods exist as well.”
“Really?”
“Certainly. How could I dare deceive Noble Heir?” Tang Yue retorted, suppressing the urge to remark on your own deceitfulness.
“What approach?” State Duke Heng's Noble Heir turned around with some difficulty to face Tang Yue.
With genuine sincerity, Tang Yue retrieved the cloth bag he had brought along and spoke, “Would you like to give it a try yourself?”
State Duke Heng's Noble Heir glimpsed a few unfamiliar items being drawn out and instinctively shook his head. He retreated slightly as well.
“Didn't… Didn't you mention wanting to engage Noble Heir in a game?”
“Here it is!” Tang Yue extracted a board fragment and swayed it before him. “It's quite enjoyable. The process might be a bit uncomfortable, yet it'll be really gratifying after completion. Once it's done, this young master will personally prepare a lavish feast for you!”
At the mention of food, State Duke Heng's Noble Heir eyes gleamed even brighter. He browsed through the items Tang Yue had exhibited, nodding his consent.
“Then, come… First, disrobe!” Tang Yue procured a porcelain bowl from the table and poured out about half a bowl of pig oil from a bottle. He combined this with half a bottle of clear liquid, thoroughly blending the concoction.
“Why the need to disrobe?” State Duke Heng's Noble Heir craned his neck to take a whiff. He found the liquid in the porcelain bowl rather aromatic. contemporary romance
“You'll understand once you remove your clothing…” Tang Yue advanced toward him, bowl in hand. He gestured to a row of mattresses on the ground, stating, “Undress and lie on the mattresses.”
While these cushions weren't large enough to cover his entire space, they were certainly better than nothing.
Despite the temple hall's cleanliness, it was evident that it hadn't been used in a while. The altar table held only three sticks of incense, lacking offerings or even a place to rest.
The curiosity of Noble Heir of State Duke Heng was fully piqued. He settled onto the floor and extended his arms casually.
…… “What are you doing?” Tang Yue was utterly bewildered.
Observing Tang Yue's prolonged inactivity, Noble Heir also became perplexed. “Hurry up and change your clothes!”
What on earth! Does he think I'm his personal maid?
Tang Yue took a deep breath and resolved not to argue. He surmised that this lad must have come from an era where he couldn't even undo his own buttons.
Naturally, clothing in this period didn't seem to feature buttons.
Suppressing the intense discomfort, Tang Yue opened the portly youth's shirt. He couldn't help but find the situation somewhat unbearable to witness.
Swiftly, Tang Yue removed the young man's clothes and guided him down to the ground.
“Ah… How can you be so impolite?” The chubby man complained sharply.
Tang Yue's hand trembled, and he glanced guiltily at the door. If someone were to suddenly barge in, he wouldn't have a way to defend himself.
Tang Yue patted the chubby man on the back and spoke calmly, “Okay, stop shouting.” If this counted as impolite, then what came next would really be considered as such.
As expected, once Tang Yue began to scratch the ground, the Noble Heir of State Duke Heng started screaming nonstop. The sound was as piercing as that from a torture chamber. If the temple hall hadn't been remote and quiet enough, they would have been surrounded by a crowd by now.
“No… I can't bear it any longer… Why is it so agonizing?” Noble Heir of State Duke Heng tried his best to stand up by placing his arms on the ground, but Tang Yue's leg pressed against his waist, exerting a gentle force that prevented him from turning his body.
“You… you're actually treating me, a noble heir, like this… I, a noble heir…”
“What does the noble heir wish to accomplish?” Tang Yue used the joint of his index finger to press heavily on the acupoints of the other person's body, eliciting another loud cry.
“You… you… tormenting a noble heir like this… Wah!”
Tang Yue's hand halted. He bent down and observed the tearful face. Just as he expected, the man was crying. A twinge of guilt stirred within him.
“Ahem… Don't fret. It's all part of the process. It'll be quite relieving soon.”
“Lies!”
“If you don't believe me, you can feel for yourself when we're done.” Tang Yue's hands continued to move across the chubby man's body. His fair skin was marred with bloody scars, a gruesome sight.
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