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

Realizing that he was protecting her and didn't want Luo Qianmo to bully her, Fang Qingyou quickly winked at Yi Lingyun.

She knew that Yi Lingyun was highly skilled in martial arts, but they were in the palace at the moment.

This is Luo Qianmo's territory; they'd better not offend this eccentric eighth prince.

If they resort to force to resolve the issue, she and Yi Lingyun will definitely be the ones who suffer.

However, Fang Qingyou felt her eyes were hurting from blinking so much, but Yi Lingyun seemed oblivious to her hints and continued to stand coldly opposite Luo Qianmo.

"But I just want to control her, so what?" Luo Qianmo raised a narrow, sharp eyebrow, his voice soft but carrying an oppressive chill.

"So what if you're a prince? I absolutely won't allow you to interfere with Xiao You's life!" Yi Lingyun's sword-like eyes showed no fear or hesitation, but rather a sharp and intimidating edge.

Seeing that the two who had suddenly started arguing were about to come to blows, Fang Qingyou's eyes twitched violently. She had to stop the situation from escalating as soon as possible.

If eye contact doesn't work, just be direct.

Fang Qingyou was about to step forward and pull Yi Lingyun back when she heard Luo Qianmo's indifferent yet provocative voice: "What if I insist on interfering?"

The next instant, she felt a long, slender arm hook her shoulder and pull her close.

Fang Qingyou's back stiffened, and when she looked up, she found that the person who had put his arm around her was Luo Qianmo.

At the same time, Luo Qianmo looked at her gently and said, "Miss Fang, given our relationship, it shouldn't be necessary to use the word 'interference'."

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently. Luo Qianmo's ambiguous words made people who didn't know the situation think that she and he had some kind of relationship.

Fang Qingyou noticed that Yi Lingyun's expression had changed, and couldn't help but explain to him, "Ruanmengyun, there's nothing between us."

At this moment, Luo Qianmo's gaze suddenly turned cold, his eyes like a bottomless, icy pool, a single glance making one feel as if they were being plunged into an abyss of eternal darkness.

"Fang Qingyou, this prince will not allow you to say such things." Luo Qianmo's tone was firm and domineering, carrying an undeniable pressure.

He pulled hard on Fang Qingyou's arm, causing her to stumble and fall into his arms.

"Hmm—" This position looked particularly ambiguous, but Fang Qingyou couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Luo Qianmo didn't look strong, but the strength in his hands was surprisingly great, making her feel as if her shoulders were being gripped by an iron clamp, and her bones were about to be crushed.

Also, when her nose hit his chest, it felt like hitting a rock—it was both sore and numb, and it hurt terribly!

"Xiao You!" Yi Lingyun's expression suddenly turned cold, his eyebrows like swords. He subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist, only to find it empty when he realized he hadn't brought it with him today.

Swords were forbidden when entering the palace.

Even so, Yi Lingyun continued to fly towards Luo Qianmo, her hand forming a sword, intending to slash at his arm to rescue Fang Qingyou.

However, before Yi Lingyun could even touch Luo Qianmo, he was stopped by Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing, who were standing beside him, and the three of them were caught in a fierce fight.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou recovered a little and guessed that Yi Lingyun and Luo Qianmo's men must have started fighting. She anxiously nuzzled her head in Luo Qianmo's arms, trying to get out.

However, the moment she moved, Luo Qianmo pulled her even tighter.

Fang Qingyou blushed, not from embarrassment, but because she felt like she was suffocating under Luo Qianmo's iron arm.

Fang Qingyou was truly furious, but she couldn't let her anger show too much. She quietly reached her hands under Luo Qianmo's arm and began to seriously... tickle him.

However, Fang Qingyou scratched for a while but didn't see any reaction from Luo Qianmo. She couldn't help but wonder. Given her familiarity with the human body, he should have been laughing heartily without any regard for his image, not so calm.

Could Luo Qianmo be suffering from painlessness?

Just as she was thinking this, Fang Qingyou felt the iron arm behind her suddenly increase its strength again, making her feel as if she was about to be cut in two.

"Eighth Prince..." Fang Qingyou's slightly breathless voice came out. Because she was nestled in Luo Qianmo's arms, her muffled voice made her sound very weak.

At this point, the darkness in Luo Qianmo's eyes faded slightly, and the force with which he held Fang Qingyou lessened considerably.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou felt that she had finally come back to life.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly rang out from afar: "Assassin! The Eighth Prince has been attacked! Men! Catch the assassin!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyou's eyes twitched. The palace was indeed Luo Qianmo's territory. He was the one who bullied them first, but these palace guards were treating them like assassins.

"Eighth Prince, tell those guards not to act rashly. Ruan Mengyun means you no harm..." Fang Qingyou quickly explained to Luo Qianmo. If things were to escalate further, she was afraid it would be beyond her control.

On the other side, Emperor Mingde and Eunuch Luo were walking towards the Imperial Study when they heard the shouts of the palace guards. His expression changed immediately, and he quickened his pace.

Eunuch Luo's heart skipped a beat. He quickly followed Emperor Mingde while shouting to the palace guards behind him, "Go and protect the Eighth Prince!"

……

Fang Qingyou stared intently at the group of palace guards who surrounded them. Before her was a dark mass of people and a gleaming flash of swords.

These knives were originally pointed at her and Yi Lingyun, but after Luo Qianmo glanced at the guards, they all turned their knives on Yi Lingyun.

"Brothers, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We are friends with the Eighth Prince, how could we possibly assassinate him!" Fang Qingyou tried her best to smile as she explained to the palace guards, and even tugged at Luo Qianmo's sleeve affectionately, giving him what she thought was an incredibly bright and adorable smile: "Eighth Prince, don't you think so?"

Fang Qingyou looked expectant, but Luo Qianmo remained unmoved.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched. Was it that acting cute didn't work on Luo Qianmo, or was her skill not deep enough?

She absolutely couldn't let Yi Lingyun get into trouble because of her, and she had to win over Luo Qianmo no matter what.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou blinked and gave Luo Qianmo a big, seductive look: "Eighth Prince~~"

Her voice was soft, sweet, and deeply moving.

Seeing Fang Qingyou like this, Xuan Zhu couldn't help but shudder. He hadn't expected that Miss Fang would have such a feminine side; it really startled him.

Xuan Zhu was trembling when he felt a cold light fall on him. His body stiffened abruptly, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was indeed his prince's gaze.

Xuan Zhu dared not tremble any longer and quickly stood up straight.