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

However, Fang Qingyou had never seen such a beautiful view on the Yunjin River before.

The Yunjin River is especially beautiful at night.

Amidst the hustle and bustle and heat of summer, it is tranquil and cool.

Along the riverbank, lights twinkled, stretching into the distance, much like the path leading home, guiding her ever onward.

For a moment, Fang Qingyou couldn't tell whether she was in another world or the modern world.

In a daze, she thought that if she kept walking, she could go home.

Without even realizing it, I started walking towards the riverbank, further and further away...

On a cool summer evening, a gentle breeze carries away the summer heat and brings a moist coolness.

The lights on the riverbank twinkled like stars in the sky, reflecting on the river and falling on Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo.

For a long time, Fang Qingyou's gaze followed the lights into the distance, stretching to the dark end, unwilling to look away.

The cool evening breeze finally brought Fang Qingyou's thoughts back to reality.

Unbeknownst to Fang Qingyou, as she gazed at the flickering lights, Luo Qianmo's gaze lingered on her for a long time.

Just like before, he sensed a longing for someone else in her.

The same intensity, the same helplessness.

During the process, a luxurious pleasure boat arrived at the riverbank, and two brightly dressed women stepped off the boat.

One of them was older, around thirty years old, with a sharp and respectful look in his eyes and a smile on his face. He looked exactly like a madam in a brothel, but he wasn't vulgar or tacky; instead, he exuded a gentle and calm demeanor.

The other woman was in her early twenties and appeared to be the older woman's assistant.

It seems the two of them came to invite Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou to board the ship.

After the two women got ashore, they approached Luo Qianmo, but he stopped them by slightly raising his hand.

Seeing Luo Qianmo's cold expression, the two immediately stopped and waited quietly in place, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The same applies to both Xuanzhu and Xuanqing.

After her thoughts returned to the present, Fang Qingyou remembered that she had come to the lake with Luo Qianmo.

When Fang Qingyou turned her head to look, she saw that the stunningly beautiful face showed no anger, but rather an extremely calm demeanor.

Luo Qianmo stood there calmly, without saying a word, as if he were quietly waiting for her.

Or perhaps, to stay with her?

Fang Qingyou had never seen Luo Qianmo so quiet before. He was less arrogant and capricious than a prince, and he gave off a particularly peaceful and approachable feeling, which made her momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Seeing Fang Qingyou's stunned and even somewhat dazed expression, Luo Qianmo smiled and said, "Miss Fang, the boat has arrived. Please come in."

That smile, with its soft curve, made people feel inexplicably comfortable.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou almost forgot Luo Qianmo's identity and thought he was just a close friend of many years. She couldn't help but walk in the direction he indicated.

Seeing Fang Qingyou like this, Luo Qianmo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. The curve was very shallow and faint, but it looked very real.

It wasn't until she saw the two brightly dressed women and the extremely luxurious pleasure boat that Fang Qingyou belatedly realized that the person with her was no ordinary person; he was Luo Qianmo, the eighth prince of Yunyue Kingdom.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou's amiable and approachable demeanor quickly turned into respectful distance, and she immediately bowed to Luo Qianmo and said, "Thank you, Eighth Prince."

In that instant, the smile on Luo Qianmo's lips vanished without a trace, even though his expression remained unchanged, and he seemed completely unmoved.

However, Xuanzhu and Xuanqing knew that their prince was angry.

The two women seemed to sense Luo Qianmo's anger, and with their heads bowed, they respectfully invited the two men onto the painted boat: "Eighth Prince, please. Miss Fang, please."

Luo Qianmo glanced at the two women indifferently before stepping onto the painted boat.

Seeing everyone's cautious demeanor, Fang Qingyou didn't realize that the anger was caused by her. She was still wondering why Luo Qianmo was angry again.

However, Fang Qingyou did not stop walking.

The river is so cool; it's definitely a great place to go in the summer.

Since she was already here, and this was a rare opportunity, she naturally wanted to enjoy it to the fullest; otherwise, she would have wasted all the time she had spent.

Even after seeing the exterior of the pleasure boat, Fang Qingyou knew that its interior must be extraordinary. However, when she actually stepped onto it, she discovered that its luxury was extreme.

The entire pleasure boat is built with the finest wood, and you can feel its uniqueness just by walking on it.

On the top deck of the pleasure boat, there was a set of tables and chairs made entirely of agarwood.

Even before entering, one can smell an extremely rich aroma of agarwood.

With just one sniff, Fang Qingyou knew that this was agarwood of extremely high quality.

Upon entering and seeing the exquisitely crafted artifacts, Fang Qingyou was even more amazed.

The finest agarwood, combined with the exquisite carvings of skilled craftsmen, makes even the simplest tables and chairs truly rare treasures.

Fang Qingyou's mood improved greatly because of the sandalwood table and chairs.

Therefore, after Luo Qianmo sat down at the sandalwood table and nodded to her, she sat down without any hesitation.

As her slender fingers brushed against the delicate, smooth, thick, and warm wood, Fang Qingyou felt her heart become calm.

"Thanks to the Eighth Prince, I am fortunate to have seen such a treasure in my lifetime." This was the first time Fang Qingyou had willingly spoken to Luo Qianmo in all the time she had known him.

Luo Qianmo glanced at Fang Qingyou sideways, his expression unchanged: "Is that so? It's rare that Miss Fang would find it pleasing to the eye; it truly lives up to its reputation for being rare."

Seeing Luo Qianmo's calm reaction, Fang Qingyou's lips twitched involuntarily.

The Eighth Prince is indeed the Eighth Prince; he's incredibly wealthy. What others consider rare and precious is nothing more than a mere object to him.

If Grandpa were to get his hands on these sandalwood tables and chairs, he would probably cherish them dearly.

Thinking of her grandfather, Fang Qingyou gently stroked the table and chairs for a while, as if her grandfather could sense their presence across unknown time and space if she touched them a little longer.

Seeing Fang Qingyou's reaction, Luo Qianmo raised his eyes and asked, "What, does Miss Fang really like this set of tables and chairs?"

Fang Qingyou: "..."

She had clearly tried to control her emotions, so why did they still show?

Well, she really couldn't help but like such a rare item.

"I am but a mortal with limited knowledge. It is inevitable that I would be tempted by these rare treasures. I hope the Eighth Prince will forgive my indignation." Fang Qingyou deeply agreed. In this world, apart from members of the royal family like Luo Qianmo, it is likely that no one else could remain so calm in the face of such rare items.

Fang Qingyou meant it as a self-deprecating remark, but she didn't expect...