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

The eunuch's high-pitched voice almost echoed throughout the Chrysanthemum Garden.

For a moment, everyone looked toward the entrance of the Chrysanthemum Garden.

It wasn't because the people had never seen Luo Qianmo before, but because Luo Qianmo rarely attended royal banquets.

Luo Qianmo used to be absent from royal banquets designated by the emperor, and he missed them many times. But unexpectedly, he will attend this chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

Everyone was surprised, but Fang Qingyou's heart trembled when she heard those words.

She said she didn't want to see Luo Qianmo again, that they would be strangers from now on, but the things that had happened in the past couldn't be completely ignored.

She was afraid of Luo Qianmo, afraid of his sudden ambiguity, and afraid of his unpredictable temperament.

If Luo Qianmo is a lion with intermittent bouts of mania, then she is definitely a little lamb with almost no ability to resist.

Because what stood between them was the supreme imperial power.

That insurmountable imperial power.

The last time Fang Qingyou dared to break with Luo Qianmo was because she was angry at the time, and also because only the two of them knew about it.

As long as Luo Qianmo doesn't say anything, no third person will know about those things, and no one will use them to scheme against her.

However, she still feels lingering fear when she thinks back to that time.

She acted impulsively, and while she doesn't regret it, she's still afraid.

Now that everyone is watching, if Luo Qianmo makes any request of her, will she refuse or accept it?

Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, does she still dare to challenge Luo Qianmo's authority?

She dared, but she couldn't.

When an emperor is enraged, corpses float for miles.

A single act of disrespect towards the royal family could result in the execution of the entire family or even the extermination of nine generations of relatives.

If Luo Qianmo gets angry, will Ren Shi and Fang Runting still be able to save their lives?

Fang Qingyou didn't want to put this bet on Luo Qianmo.

If that were to happen, would she have to pray that Luo Qianmo would let go of the people she cared about?

What made Fang Qingyou even more nervous was that after entering the Chrysanthemum Garden, Luo Qianmo actually walked in the direction she was in.

Fang Qingyou knew that there were many tables and chairs in this direction, and Luo Qianmo might not be coming for her, but she still couldn't help but worry and feel nervous.

I prayed silently in my heart, "It can't be me, it can't be me, it can't be me..."

As Luo Qianmo drew closer, Fang Qingyou grew increasingly nervous, and the sound of her prayers grew louder and faster.

Unlike Fang Qingyou, Qin Nihong was overjoyed.

For her, seeing Luo Qianmo was harder than climbing to heaven, but now he was actually walking towards her?

Realizing that her scent was a bit strange, Qin Nihong quietly opened the perfume box and secretly applied the perfume powder to her body as Luo Qianmo approached.

The strong, almost pungent aroma made both Fang Qingyou and She Yuyan's noses itch.

She Yuyan rubbed her nose, and the discomfort was immediately relieved.

However, Fang Qingyou's nose was exceptionally sensitive to smells, and the sudden, strong odor made her sneeze involuntarily: "Achoo—"

The loud noise startled Qin Nihong so much that she almost dropped the face powder box.

Enraged, Qin Nihong abruptly turned her head, glaring fiercely at Fang Qingyou as if she wanted to devour her whole: "Fifth Miss Fang, what do you mean by this? Are you disrespecting this princess?"

This scene made Fang Qingman, who was not far away, grin from ear to ear.

Haha, Fang Qingyou, that wild girl, is finally going to get what's coming to her.

Fang Qingyun couldn't help but worry about Fang Qingyou. Although Qin Nihong was only a princess with an official title, her temper was even more fierce than that of a real princess, surpassing that of many other princesses. She would never let Fang Qingyou off easily.

Moreover, Qin Nihong regarded Fang Qingyou as an enemy, and the incident that happened on the Yun Jin River last time was still fresh in her mind.

I wonder what scheme they will use to deal with Fang Qingyou this time?

Although Fang Qingyun was worried, she still had a glimmer of hope.

Rumors say that the Eighth Prince is very fond of Fang Qingyou. If Qin Nihong really wants to deal with Fang Qingyou, then the Eighth Prince should help her, right?

Fang Qingwei's gaze, however, was obscure and unreadable.

She simply watched everything unfold quietly, seemingly indifferent to the outcome, but if you looked closely, you would find a deep, dark glint in her eyes.

Fang Qingyou bowed apologetically to Qin Nihong: "Princess Nihong, I am so sorry, the scent of your perfume is too strong, which is why I couldn't help but sneeze. It was not meant to be disrespectful to you, and I hope you will forgive me."

Upon hearing "I'm really sorry," a smug glint flashed in Qin Nihong's eyes, and she prepared to teach Fang Qingyou a lesson.

But upon hearing what she said next, his expression, which had just begun to ease, immediately darkened even further.

Fang Qingyou wasn't apologizing at all; she was clearly blaming herself for applying too much face powder, which caused her to sneeze.

Therefore, Qin Nihong's voice instantly rose: "Miss Fang, are you blaming this princess?"

Although it was a question, the tone was clearly very certain.

"Princess Neon, you've misunderstood. I was just telling the truth and didn't mean to blame you." Fang Qingyou was unwilling to truly apologize to Qin Neon. Whenever she thought of the wicked schemes Qin Neon had plotted against her, she couldn't force herself to bow down to her.

"How dare you! You're clearly blaming me, yet you dare to argue!" Qin Nihong shouted angrily, suddenly raising her hand and forcefully slapping Fang Qingyou's face.

The expected pain did not materialize.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou felt herself being pulled aside by a strong hand, which allowed her to avoid the slap.

Fang Qingyou's senses told her it was a long, strong hand, but the dark gold-patterned python robe she saw told her that the owner of this hand was very likely...

When Fang Qingyou looked up, she indeed saw a familiar figure.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou's heart suddenly raced, and her entire body involuntarily tensed up.

Why, why Luo Qianmo?

If she had a choice, she would rather be slapped by Qin Nihong than accept Luo Qianmo's affection.

Before Fang Qingyou could react, she heard Qin Nihong's plaintive voice: "Cousin Mo, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Fang Qingyou realized that Qin Nihong had slapped her too hard, which was why she almost fell to the ground due to the strong inertia when Luo Qianmo suddenly pulled her away.

If the maids in the Qin household hadn't reacted in time, Qin Nihong would have fallen face-first into the dirt right now.

Qin Nihong's cry of "Brother Mo" was filled with a mournful yet coquettish tone that made everyone who heard it shudder.

However, Luo Qianmo didn't even glance at Qin Nihong. His gaze remained fixed on the light green figure in front of him. His voice was soft, and he smiled slightly: "Miss Fang."