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

Luo Qianmo settled down in the villa. After returning, Xiaoyaozi and Fang Qingyou checked on his health.

Because the protective measures were well taken, the bumpy ride did not worsen Luo Qianmo's injuries.

Therefore, Xuanhuang and his group took on the responsibility of taking care of Luo Qianmo.

Xiaoyaozi refused to leave, citing the need to treat Luo Qianmo. Since he wouldn't leave, Fang Qingyou couldn't leave either.

Fang Qingyou was worried about the Ren family. She had been missing for a day and a night. They must be frantically looking for her.

Fang Qingyou wanted to go back but was worried about Luo Qianmo, and even more worried that her whereabouts would be discovered by the enemy, which would implicate the Ren family.

Seeing Fang Qingyou standing blankly in the corridor, staring in an unknown direction, unaware of his approach, Xuanhuang couldn't help but ask, "Miss Fang, is something on your mind?"

"Ah? I, I didn't, I was just standing here for a while." Fang Qingyou turned her head and saw that Xuanhuang had somehow ended up standing next to her, so she immediately shook her head.

"Is Miss Fang worried about her family?" Xuanhuang asked, but before Fang Qingyou could answer, he continued, "Miss Fang, please rest assured, your family is safe and sound, and they should already know that you are alright."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this news, Fang Qingyou was pleasantly surprised, but also extremely grateful: "Was this arranged by you, Lord Huang?"

Xuanhuang smiled and shook his head: "It is our prince."

Fang Qingyou was stunned; it was Luo Qianmo.

How could someone like him have such a delicate mind?

How could someone as high and mighty as him, like a god, care about things that a mortal like her cares about?

Fang Qingyou's feelings were somewhat complicated. For some reason, when she thought about this, her originally calm heart was suddenly rippled, just like a delicate willow leaf brushing across the surface of a lake.

At the same time, Fang Qingyou was also very worried about Luo Qianmo. He had kept the news of his return very secret, and even many of his subordinates did not know about it. However, he actually sent someone to deliver a message to the Ren family for his own sake.

I wonder if this will leak the news of his return.

If he were to suffer another calamity because of this, she would feel truly guilty and uneasy.

Seeing that Fang Qingyou did not react for a long time, Xuanhuang smiled and said, "Miss Fang, please go and rest. Mingyue and the others have prepared everything. If you need anything, just tell Mingyue and she will arrange it properly."

Fang Qingyou cupped her hands in thanks to Xuanhuang: "Thank you for your trouble, Lord Huang."

Xuanhuang smiled again: "Miss Fang, you don't need to be so polite. This is all His Highness's idea. If you have nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

Xuanhuang's tone was polite and respectful, as if Fang Qingyou were the mistress of a separate courtyard, which made Fang Qingyou feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Please, Lord Huang."

Xuanhuang gave Fang Qingyou a farewell bow before leaving.

Luo Qianmo was missing for a day and a night. News of his return was kept very secret, and very few people knew about it.

Inside the palace, Emperor Mingde looked angry and anxious.

He wore a majestic and noble bright yellow dragon robe, a bright color, but it did not make his expression bright at all; instead, it made him look particularly haggard.

Overnight, a few gray hairs appeared at his temples, making him seem to have aged more than ten years overnight.

Emperor Mingde sat high on the dragon throne. A group of his subordinates had just reported to him that they had found nothing in their search for Luo Qianmo, which made his already anxious face turn even more ashen.

If anyone saw Emperor Mingde with this expression, they would certainly not associate him with the wise and virtuous Emperor Mingde. At this moment, he looked more like an iron-faced and ruthless emperor.

Emperor Mingde was leaning wearily on his dragon throne when someone barged into the hall without being announced.

"Creak—" With a series of rapid door hinge turning sounds, a figure rushed into the main hall.

"Your Highness!" came the panicked voices of the guards.

"Father!" This was the eldest prince's reverent voice.

"Your Majesty, please punish the Crown Prince..." A group of guards knelt outside the hall, prostrating themselves on the ground.

The Emperor had said that no one could see him without his permission, including Empress Qin and all the concubines, princes and princesses.

Emperor Mingde narrowed his eyes, glanced at the guards prostrate on the ground outside the palace, and finally turned his gaze to the eldest prince.

The main hall was pitch black, and with the light from outside, one could only vaguely make out the slightly trembling figure.

"Hao'er, what is it?"

Emperor Mingde's voice was deep and authoritative, with a hint of anger and coldness, which made the eldest prince tremble involuntarily.

"Father, I have come about my eighth brother's matter," the eldest prince replied respectfully, suppressing his fear.

"Come in," Emperor Mingde said in a low voice after squinting at the eldest prince for a while.

Upon hearing this, the eldest prince's stiff back relaxed slightly.

The guards felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

In the main hall, a palace attendant silently walked up and lit the lights in the hall.

Then, they immediately and silently retreated, as if they had never appeared at all.

Instantly, the hall was no longer as dark as before. The bright light illuminated Emperor Mingde's gloomy face, making him appear even more imposing and dignified.

When Emperor Mingde was not smiling, he naturally possessed an imposing and dignified air. Now, with his gloomy face, even the eldest prince dared not raise his head.

"You said you came because of Mo'er's matter?" In front of a group of guards, Emperor Mingde still called the eldest prince "Hao'er".

Now that only Emperor Mingde and the eldest prince are present, whenever Luo Qianmo is mentioned, he addresses the eldest prince as "you".

This difference is noticeable to most people.

The eldest prince was no exception; however, over the years, he had long been accustomed to this differential treatment.

I used to feel heartbroken, but now I'm numb to it.

"Father, I know you are worried about Eighth Brother, but please take good care of your health. Eighth Brother is missing, and I am willing to volunteer to search for him. I hope to find him and bring him back as soon as possible, and I also hope to share your burdens."

"I know you're worried about Mo'er, but even I can't find him. Do you really have a way to find him?"

The eldest prince kept his head down, preventing Emperor Mingde from seeing his expression. Looking at his stiff and slightly trembling back, Emperor Mingde felt quite disgusted and naturally did not believe in his abilities.

“Father, I know my strength is meager, but I can’t sleep or eat properly whenever I think of my eighth brother who is still missing. Even if it’s just my meager strength, I hope I can help find my eighth brother as soon as possible.”