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

That silver crape myrtle tree is about fifty or sixty years old, with a thick trunk and layers of green leaves, each leaf a vibrant, lush green.

At this time of year, many crape myrtle trees have already withered, but this silver crape myrtle tree is still in full bloom, with pure white petals, as if the branches are weighed down by snow.

From a distance, they look like tiny, soft white clouds hanging from the branches.

Standing under the silver crape myrtle tree, a gentle breeze blows, and the falling petals are like a rain curtain or a sea of ​​snow.

One by one, the snow-white silver crape myrtle flowers fell like snowflakes, a flurry of snowflakes that dazzled the eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the dreamlike scenery that Fang Qingyou's mood suddenly relaxed, and she stopped worrying about what Luo Qianmo was up to.

With a carefree mind, the scenery becomes even more beautiful.

Fang Qingyou was somewhat captivated by this scene, which always reminded her of modern snowscapes and evoked a sense of familiarity in her heart.

She had only been in this strange world for three months, but it felt like everything that had happened before was a distant memory.

Fang Qingyou didn't know how long she had been standing under the silver crape myrtle tree. When she came to her senses, she saw that Luo Qianmo's shoulders and hair were covered with many pure white silver crape myrtle blossoms.

This touch of whiteness made Luo Qianmo less cold and arrogant, and more clean and serene.

Perhaps because of this, Fang Qingyou's resistance and disgust towards him lessened somewhat.

Moreover, for some reason, seeing his background made me feel that it was filled with loneliness and desolation.

Like a person guarding a city, living a life of solitude.

This loneliness made Fang Qingyou feel a little sorry for her.

She didn't know what had happened to Luo Qianmo, nor what he had experienced in this treacherous and scheming palace, but she could imagine it.

Even if a prince who lost his birth mother at a young age received the emperor's favor, he must have had many untold hardships.

Although the master of this palace is the emperor, he is not the only one in the palace. On the contrary, there are many concubines in the harem, as well as Empress Qin, who appears kind and gentle on the surface but is as venomous as a snake on the inside.

The Emperor's favor towards Luo Qianmo is more likely to be the source of his suffering.

The deeper the Emperor's favor towards him, the deeper the jealousy and hatred of others, and the more they wanted to get rid of him.

Fang Qingyou suddenly recalled the look in Empress Qin's eyes when she looked at Luo Qianmo. Her smile appeared kind and caring on the surface, but inside it was as cold as winter.

The thought that Luo Qianmo was raised by Empress Qin caused a pang of pain in my heart.

So Fang Qingyou simply stood quietly beside Luo Qianmo, keeping him company. Having someone by his side, even for just a moment, at least helped to dispel some of the loneliness and chill.

After a long while, when Luo Qianmo turned around, he saw that Fang Qingyou's eyes were filled with a gentle, warm light.

Her gaze was so clear that he saw his reflection in her eyes for the first time.

Having set aside all emotions and distractions, all that remains is my understanding of him.

Through Fang Qingyou's gaze, Luo Qianmo felt as if she had seen through his thoughts. It wasn't necessarily that she was completely transparent to him, but rather that a corner of his heart had been opened.

And he didn't resist it at all.

On the contrary, there was also a surge of joy.

Meeting Luo Qianmo's gaze, Fang Qingyou smiled faintly, a gesture of goodwill in return.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo felt like an ordinary person to her, standing on equal footing, gazing at each other.

Instead of that arrogant eighth prince, who always looked down on people with an air of superiority and self-importance.

That feeling made her feel like an ant that could be trampled and squeezed at will, which made her especially uncomfortable.

It was at that moment that Luo Qianmo felt a pang of regret.

This was the first time he had looked directly into Fang Qingyou's heart. He actually knew a lot about her. Whether it was through the Eighth Prince's channels or by getting close to her through Wu Sha's identity, he already knew what kind of person she was.

She despised imperial power, preferred to treat everyone equally, did not flatter nobles nor despise commoners, liked to do what she wanted to do, and would not waver once she made up her mind about something.

A slender body holds a resolute heart.

Now, recalling her temperament, he truly felt he had been wrong.

Fang Qingyou is like a slender bamboo branch, seemingly weak, but if you try to force her, she will resist stubbornly.

Even a small bamboo stick can injure the enemy if held out to the end.

Luo Qianmo lowered his eyes, looking at the gauze wrapped around his fingertips, and felt the resistance of the small bamboo stick.

Perhaps, what he should have done was stand beside her and listen to Zhuzhi's heart.

He had never done anything like this before.

This time, however, Luo Qianmo wanted to give it a try.

He was clearly very angry today. He originally wanted to leave Fang Qingyou waiting for a while, which is why he kept walking around the palace with her. It seemed that he wanted to announce to everyone in the palace that she was his.

However, without realizing it, he ended up at the Palace of Love.

His anger vanished when he looked at the sea of ​​snowflakes. He would never be angry with his mother, even though he couldn't remember what she looked like, her voice, or her scent.

To her, she was like the distant sky, unreachable, yet she herself stood firmly under that sky.

Luo Qianmo slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the layers of branches and leaves, through the clusters of flowers, and finally to the sky above.

White clouds drift across the azure sky, stretching for miles, vast and boundless.

Because there is no end in sight, it always feels like it has no end, and there is still some expectation in one's heart.

Just like him, all he could think about was avenging his mother, but deep down there was always a sliver of expectation.

He hoped that one day she would appear before him and make him remember her face.

Whenever he thinks of his mother, it touches a soft spot in his heart, making him feel that he still has warmth in his heart.

Perhaps it was because of the special place of Weiqing Palace that Luo Qianmo dared to drop all pretenses and openly admit that his softness and warmth stemmed not only from his mother, but also from…

The existence of this slender figure before my eyes.

Mother, if you could see Mo'er from heaven, would you like to see Mo'er like this?

Will you blame someone for taking away Mo'er's attention? Will you blame Mo'er for spending her time on these personal matters?

Luo Qianmo received no response, but he did see a cloud on the horizon whose shape resembled a smiling face.

So light, so faint, yet so warm...