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

Fang Qingyou felt that after Luo Qianmo put aside his identity as the Eighth Prince and shed his outward disguise, he didn't seem so unlikeable.

"Come, I'll take you somewhere."

Luo Qianmo pulled Fang Qingyou up and ran in one direction, her steps light and quick, like a happy child.

All of this caught Fang Qingyou off guard, and she didn't realize for a long time that her hand was being held by her.

All the bad moods have drifted away with those snow-white silver crape myrtle flowers, leaving only simple beauty.

There was no one in the vast Weiqing Palace. Luo Qianmo pulled Fang Qingyou along and kept running and running until they reached the top of a mountain.

Luo Qianmo seemed relaxed, while Fang Qingyou was panting heavily from exhaustion.

It seems like we've run more than ten miles along this route?

However, Fang Qingyou couldn't care less about being tired, because the scenery in front of her was breathtakingly beautiful.

If Fang Qingyou hadn't experienced it firsthand, she wouldn't have imagined that there was such a mountain deep within the palace.

The trees are lush and green, and the grass is verdant.

Birds and orioles flit about, a secluded and tranquil place.

Standing atop the mountain, one can overlook the entire palace.

That magnificent sight, those red tiles and green walls, those courtyards and pavilions, that flowing water and jade bridge…

Perhaps it was the magnificent sight before me that made me feel as if I had transcended the mundane world when I looked down upon it.

All the turmoil and chaos have faded into the past.

Taking a breath seems to expel all the impurities from the body.

It's like standing on a cloud, with a vast sky and a heart soaring freely in your eyes.

Unrestrained and free.

Fang Qingyou greedily breathed in the secluded and tranquil air, wanting it to wash away all her restlessness and superficiality.

"This place is so beautiful!" Fang Qingyou couldn't help but exclaim.

Having been in this strange world for so long, she rarely had the tranquil mood to appreciate such beautiful scenery.

For some reason, at this moment, she felt exceptionally at ease, no longer feeling the unease and fear of being plotted against or hunted down.

Soon, Fang Qingyou noticed the difference.

Her hand was held by a large hand. The palm of that hand was slightly cool, yet warm with flesh and blood. The slightly calloused fingertips rested on the back of her hand, which she could feel but did not sting.

This feeling actually made Fang Qingyou quite enjoy it, and she felt inexplicably at ease.

But after realizing who the hand belonged to, Fang Qingyou tried to dodge as if she had been electrocuted, and a blush spread across her pretty face.

She only realized then that Luo Qianmo had been holding her hand the whole time.

Sensing Fang Qingyou's movement, Luo Qianmo wanted to forcefully hold her hand. Holding that soft little hand in his own made him feel as if his heart was being filled.

It felt warm, like basking in the warm sunshine.

However, Luo Qianmo forced himself to let go of Fang Qingyou. He was used to being domineering and would only follow his own heart, never caring about other people's feelings.

He treated his slaves, servants, subordinates, and everyone else in the same way.

Now, he wants to try to make some changes, but of course, these changes are only for Fang Qingyou.

He wanted to see if he understood her heart, if he could let her follow his lead, if he could let her fly freely, and if that would make her willing to stay by his side for a longer time.

He wasn't sure if he had the patience to wait, but he was willing to give it a try.

Feeling that her hands were free again, Fang Qingyou quickly took a few steps back, maintaining a safe distance of three steps from Luo Qianmo.

This was an instinctive wariness. When she came to her senses, she could hardly believe what had just happened. Could it be that Luo Qianmo would not force her to comply with his wishes?

Seeing Fang Qingyou's confused look, Luo Qianmo suddenly smiled.

His laughter was as free and unrestrained as the wind.

Unlike his usual arrogant and domineering smile, his smile at this moment seemed very genuine.

This was the first time Fang Qingyou had ever felt that Luo Qianmo could have such a warm smile. It wasn't like Gu Jinyi's gentle and warm smile, but it was soft and seemed to be able to stir one's heartstrings.

It is beautiful because it is real.

Then, under Fang Qingyou's surprised gaze, Luo Qianmo sat down on a rock on the mountaintop, looking down at the magnificent palace below, the imperial city in the distance, the blurry scenery beyond that, and the horizon even further away.

A tall tree grows on the mountaintop, and its huge shade happens to be under this rock.

This arrangement allows the stone to be positioned in a way that both blocks the intense sunlight and retains the dappled yet bright light.

It can both block the wind and rain and retain the wisps of soft moisture.

Luo Qianmo gazed quietly, as if his gaze had followed those places.

It wasn't until Luo Qianmo had been sitting down for quite some time that Fang Qingyou sat down on another rock with a puzzled look on her face, the distance between her and Luo Qianmo only about one person's width.

Fang Qingyou also looked down at the scenery. Here, even if you do nothing, just sitting quietly, you can always feel that you are very far away.

Unbeknownst to her, Luo Qianmo had noticed her movements, and his handsome lips couldn't help but curve upwards slightly, forming a captivating and alluring arc.

If women could see him like this, they would probably go crazy for him.

Luo Qianmo vaguely recalled the past. In his childhood, whenever he was unhappy, he would just come here and sit for a while, and all his worries would disappear.

However, after he grew up, he didn't come to this mountain for many years.

He didn't want people to see through his thoughts, and he also didn't want to expose his own strength.

Now that he's come back, Luo Qianmo feels that his state of mind is different.

Perhaps because of his impulsive act, he was not worried at all about the trouble that might follow.

He has been biding his time for so many years, taking each step with great caution, but he has yet to achieve his goal.

But suddenly he wasn't so cautious anymore, feeling as if he could overcome any difficulty!

Then these things are no longer a problem.

Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo sat together from midday sun until the sun began to set.

Looking at the two from afar, it was like a beautiful painting.

As the sun set, their shadows on the ground intertwined, making them appear as if they were a couple sitting side by side.

Fang Qingyou felt hungry, and her stomach accidentally made a loud "groove" sound.

This sound broke the silence between the two.

When Fang Qingyou noticed Luo Qianmo's gaze sweeping over her, she wished she could disappear into nowhere.

How embarrassing!

The truth is, after following Luo Qianmo around the palace for so long and eating only a tiny bit of food at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, she was already starving!