The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

In front of Zhou, Fang Xing'an pretended to be quiet, then turned his back to her and went out to drink.

Fine wine and delicacies, music and dance, singers and dancers—Fang Xing'an ate, drank, listened, and watched with great enjoyment.

Fang Xing'an was drunk when he was robbed just as he reached the entrance of the Fang residence.

It was a secluded alley, usually deserted, and tonight, being a dark and windy night, it was the perfect place to call out to anyone who would turn up their voice.

"This is a big, fat sheep! Brothers, hurry and grab it!"

Fang Xing'an had just heard a voice when his carriage was forcibly stopped.

"Who are you people, how dare you..." Fang Xing'an was confused and hadn't finished speaking when a greasy hand pulled him out of the carriage and threw him to the ground.

"Ouch—" Fang Xing'an was in so much pain that his mouth twisted, and he sobered up considerably.

Before Fang Xing'an could recover, a group of people rushed over, pinned him to the ground, and began to frantically strip him of his belongings. During the process, he was overwhelmed by the stench and felt like vomiting.

That was bad enough, but those greasy, dirty hands pinched, squeezed, and smashed him, while those sour, smelly feet kicked, stomped, and trampled him.

Fang Xing wondered if these people were petty thieves or beggars, because they all smelled so badly, as if they had crawled out of a stinking ditch.

Fang Xing'an wanted to drive these people away, but the pungent stench filling his mouth and nose made him not want to open his mouth at all. However, when he was beaten and couldn't help but scream, the stench kept getting into his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Xing'an was robbed of everything except his shorts and then brutally beaten.

What made Fang Xing'an depressed was that someone had stuffed something into his mouth.

Fang Xing'an only heard the man cackling strangely: "Old man, you're still quite strong. Take another of my divine pills to replenish yourself, haha—"

As the round object went down his throat, Fang Xing'an suddenly remembered that he had vaguely seen the man rub his armpits vigorously for a while before putting the object in his mouth, as if he were scrubbing off dirt from his body...

Is it...

The thought of this possibility made Fang Xing'an so disgusted that he vomited on the spot.

"Ugh—" While Fang Xing'an was vomiting, the group took the opportunity to disperse, leaving only Fang Xing'an, his servant, and the coachman.

The servant and the coachman were not spared either; both of them survived with only a pair of shorts left on their bodies.

The servants and coachman, realizing what had happened, quickly helped Fang Xing'an walk towards the Fang residence.

It wasn't that they didn't want to drive the carriage, but that the carriage had been stolen by the same group of people, so now they had no choice but to walk back.

Although summer nights aren't exactly comfortable, wearing such light clothing made the night breeze feel incredibly refreshing, causing Fang Xing'an, his servant, and the coachman to shiver slightly as they walked.

At this hour, there were still some people on the street, and the street where Fang's residence was located was a bustling area with even more people. Fang Xing'an vomited as he walked, attracting the attention of passersby.

"Ah, the world is going to the dogs..." Some people who didn't know what they were doing came to investigate with lanterns, and when they saw Fang Xing'an and the other two looking like this, they would scream and run away.

The servant and coachman could only support Fang Xing'an with one hand and cover his face with the other, as it was too embarrassing.

Fang Xing'an was in a daze and had no idea that when people were looking at him on the street, he would stare at them with wide eyes.

Just as Fang Xing'an was glaring at someone, that person suddenly screamed, "Ah? Lord Fang, what are you doing..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person screamed and ran away.

The servant and the coachman were almost in tears; their efforts to cover their faces had been in vain.

The servant and the coachman were talking when they quickly turned back to look for the man, lest he reveal their affair. But they found that the man had vanished without a trace!

That stretch of road felt to the servant and the coachman as if they had traveled for hundreds of years.

"You..." The servant and coachman finally managed to drag Fang Xing'an to the outside of the Fang residence, only to be stopped by the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper didn't recognize Fang Xing'an and his two companions at first glance. But when he did, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, what happened to you?"

The gatekeeper tried to suppress his laughter, but his shoulders trembled uncontrollably as he held back his laughter.

Fang Xing'an only raised his eyelids to glance at the gatekeeper, while the gatekeeper and coachman quickly helped Fang Xing'an into the Fang residence.

The servant and coachman had originally planned to give Fang Xing'an a bath and change his clothes first, but unexpectedly they encountered Zhou Shi outside his courtyard.

Zhou was already in a bad mood, and when she saw Fang Xing'an, who was reeking of alcohol and covered in dirt, she couldn't help but shout angrily, "Tell me, how did the master end up like this? Where have you been? If you dare to lie, I'll throw you out to feed the dogs!"

The servant and coachman wanted to keep it a secret, but given the current situation, it was clear that they couldn't hide it. They had no choice but to tell Zhou the truth about Fang Xing'an's drinking and merrymaking.

Zhou had initially felt sorry for Fang Xing'an, but after hearing about these things, she stopped caring about him and angrily turned and left.

If it weren't for the presence of the servant and coachman, Zhou would have immediately launched into a rage and started cursing Fang Xing'an.

Zhou was so angry that her chest heaved violently. She had thought Fang Xing'an might be upset and had even come over to comfort him, but she hadn't expected him to be so carefree, enjoying the singing and dancing and drinking with courtesans...

Fang Xing'an had an exceptionally difficult night.

While chasing the wind outside, he felt very confused, as if he were completely drunk and had lost consciousness.

But after returning, he felt unusually clear-headed.

It was precisely because he was fully conscious that he felt the pain, simply because he saw his own body covered in filth, his body marked with handprints and footprints, and the only pair of shorts he was wearing had been torn by someone...

"These audacious people..." Fang Xing'an was both ashamed and angry. Before he could finish his curse, he clutched his stomach and rushed to the outhouse.

My stomach churned violently, and a foul odor assaulted my nostrils.

The stench suddenly reminded Fang Xing'an of being force-fed smegma under his armpits, and he vomited again...

When the doctor from the manor was summoned, he held his breath and examined Fang Xing'an. He tried acupuncture and medicine, but nothing worked; Fang Xing'an continued to vomit and have diarrhea.

Before dawn, Fang Xing'an was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground, unable to move, and didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain...

That night, Fang Xing'an felt like he had almost died; it must have been the most tragic day of his life.

He was robbed, stripped naked, brutally beaten, and his shameful state was witnessed by others; he suffered from incessant vomiting and diarrhea...