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

The two of them, though they hadn't done anything, their robes fluttered like the wind.

Luo Qianmo and Gu Jinyi, one with eyes as dark as night, the other with eyes filled with cold light.

In that single glance, it seemed as if a fierce, epic battle was taking place.

“Young Master Gu…” Fang Qingyou couldn’t help but call out to Gu Jinyi. She knew that he was confronting Luo Qianmo for her sake, and that was why she didn’t want him to be enemies with Luo Qianmo.

Making an enemy like Luo Qianmo is not a good thing.

At this time, Fang Qingyou was unaware that the Gu family's power was far greater than she had imagined, and that Gu Jinyi's defeat against Luo Qianmo was not necessarily inevitable.

However, even knowing all this, she would not allow Gu Jinyi to become Luo Qianmo's enemy because of protecting her.

He has done enough for himself.

Upon hearing Fang Qingyou's voice, the cold light in Gu Jinyi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle, warm smile: "Miss Fang."

"Young Master Gu, I..." Fang Qingyou wanted to say that she was leaving with Luo Qianmo, but she really preferred to be with Gu Jinyi.

She Yuyan, however, pulled Fang Qingyou's hand and pushed her towards Luo Qianmo, saying, "Qingyou, the Eighth Prince has something to say to you. You should go with him."

He looked like he was really thinking about Fang Qingyou.

She Yuyan's words brought Fang Qingyou back to her senses. Knowing what she should do, she bid farewell to Gu Jinyi: "Young Master Gu, I'm sorry, I'll be going now. Until we meet again."

Gu Jinyi wanted to persuade her again, but seeing the determination in Fang Qingyou's eyes, he ultimately did not persist.

He couldn't bear to put her in a difficult position.

"Miss Fang, take care, goodbye."

Fang Qingyou nodded slightly to Gu Jinyi, then immediately looked away, afraid that if she couldn't look away any longer, she wouldn't be able to leave.

Seeing Fang Qingyou's expression, Luo Qianmo's gaze darkened, and he turned and strode forward.

The long, dark gold robe fluttered, seemingly dyeing the entire sky a unique, inky black.

Fang Qingyou tensed up and followed.

Looking at Fang Qingyou's slender back, Gu Jinyi's eyes were filled with reluctance.

There are some things he never wanted to think about, but now it seems he has no choice but to consider them.

Gu Jinyi glanced at Fang Qingyou one last time before slowly turning to leave, his gentle eyes filled with deep affection and unwavering resolve.

Although Fang Qingyou followed Luo Qianmo the whole time, she always kept a distance of more than three steps from him.

She couldn't avoid such a dangerous person, but she also didn't want to get too close.

Luo Qianmo kept walking, but didn't say what he wanted to say to Fang Qingyou.

They kept walking, treating the palace like their own garden.

Fang Qingyou was already used to Luo Qianmo being like this.

Every time he wanted to say something, it was in a commanding tone. He could speak whenever he wanted, and if he didn't speak, everyone had to wait.

This feeling could perhaps be described as being unstoppable.

Along the way, the palace servants all hurriedly bowed to him, and seeing him leading Fang Qingyou around the palace, they dared not ask a single question.

Luo Qianmo is not the highest-ranking man in this palace, but he is more like an unshakeable overlord.

Fang Qingyou felt she had walked a long distance. It had taken her about half an hour to leave the Chrysanthemum Garden, and her legs were sore from walking.

However, Fang Qingyou didn't say a word and just silently followed behind Luo Qianmo.

She would rather endure physical pain than attract the attention of the man in front of her.

As Luo Qianmo walked, the number of people in the palace became increasingly sparse, until he arrived at a beautiful and magnificent palace.

There wasn't a single person outside the palace.

It was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing. Such a quiet place in the palace was usually the cold palace.

However, judging from the fact that the palace's vermilion gates are still painted and the palace walls are brightly colored, and the area outside the palace is spotless, this must not be a cold palace.

Fang Qingyou looked up and saw three elegant and handsome characters on the palace gate: Weiqing Palace.

The style of these three characters is completely different from that of the imperial palace.

Within the imperial palace, everywhere one passes through is resplendent with gold and dazzling with wealth and splendor, yet the style of these three characters is elegant, refined, and otherworldly.

One is a luxurious building, the other is a bamboo house in the mountains.

The name "Palace of Love" reminded Fang Qingyou of a woman who loved only love throughout her life and was deeply devoted to love.

Perhaps this is the meaning behind the word "love"?

At this moment, Luo Qianmo's soft voice rang out: "This is the palace where my mother lived."

These words seem to have come from Fang Qingyou, yet they also seem not to.

His voice, unlike his usual cold and arrogant tone, carried a hint of longing and yearning.

This side of Luo Qianmo was something Fang Qingyou had never seen before.

However, Luo Qianmo's words reminded Fang Qingyou that his birth mother seemed to be Consort Wei.

Wei Fei, Wei Ai Palace.

Similarly, Fang Qingyou was somewhat surprised, wondering why Luo Qianmo would mention his birth mother to her.

Fang Qingyou had heard some legends about Consort Wei. It was said that Consort Wei was a woman as beautiful as a fairy and the lifelong love of Emperor Mingde.

Fang Qingyou felt that the rumor must be true. Judging from Luo Qianmo's stunning appearance, Wei Fei must be an unparalleled beauty.

Emperor Mingde's love for her can be glimpsed not only in the Weiqing Palace, where it seemed as if a beautiful woman was always present, but also through his doting affection for Luo Qianmo.

When Luo Qianmo injured his finger at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, Emperor Mingde's worried expression was not something that could be faked.

The fact that Emperor Mingde lost his composure at that time suggests that the only people in the world who could make him act that way were Luo Qianmo and his former concubine, Consort Wei.

If such an injury were inflicted on Emperor Mingde, he might not even flinch, but if it were in Luo Qianmo, he would surely feel as if his flesh had been cut out and his heart had been ripped out.

Fang Qingyou's thoughts were somewhat scattered. She was reluctant to respond to Luo Qianmo, but whether it was because she saw his lonely figure, the gauze on his fingers, or remembered the many times he had saved her, she couldn't help but ask, "Eighth Prince, do you miss Consort Wei?"

Fang Qingyou didn't know what she was feeling inside—was it heartache, apology, gratitude, or...?

Luo Qianmo did not answer Fang Qingyou's question, but walked straight forward and suddenly pushed open the gate of Weiqing Palace.

"Creak—" The crisp sound of the door opening rang out, and the interior of the Weiqing Palace slowly unfolded before Fang Qingyou's eyes.

The air that greets you is not the musty smell of long-abandoned place, but a light fragrance of grass and trees.

It felt as if someone else lived here, a favored concubine who enjoyed the emperor's exclusive love.

Luo Qianmo strode across the threshold and entered the Weiqing Palace, leaving Fang Qingyou with a tall, slender, yet lonely and desolate back view.

Fang Qingyou hesitated for a moment, then followed Luo Qianmo inside.