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

"Hao'er, I grant you permission to lead a thousand men to find Mo'er. Remember, if you find Mo'er, you must bring him before me. The journey will be perilous, so you must protect Mo'er well."

Even though the eldest prince volunteered for the mission and was genuinely worried about Luo Qianmo, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he heard how much Emperor Mingde cared about Luo Qianmo.

They were both born to the same father, and they were both sons of the same father, yet the father's heart showed too much favoritism.

The journey was fraught with danger. His father only instructed him to protect his eighth brother, without mentioning his own safety.

Even though the eldest prince was already used to this kind of disparity, he still couldn't help but feel bitter.

Previously, when his father's decline was only reflected in material possessions, he didn't feel much. But when this decline manifested in matters of life and safety, it truly saddened him.

Eighth Brother's life is a life, but isn't his life also a life?

Does Father Emperor only have his eighth brother as his son? Then what are the rest of his sons to him?

This was the first time the Crown Prince suddenly felt a strong aversion to Luo Qianmo's existence. The feeling was so intense that he couldn't help but wish that Luo Qianmo could disappear forever and truly vanish from this world.

Empress Qin, who had been sitting calmly in the Derong Palace, almost fainted after hearing the news that the eldest prince had led people out to search for Luo Qianmo.

Empress Qin couldn't help but worry, because she knew just how dangerous the danger Luo Qianmo was facing was.

This time, those who attacked Luo Qianmo included not only her own people, but also her business partners.

It's dark outside. If the First Prince really goes out to look for Luo Qianmo, even her people might not recognize him. If his business partners see him, they will be even less likely to show mercy.

"Quickly, send a hundred men to follow Hao'er, make sure nothing happens to him," Empress Qin hurriedly ordered Eunuch Quan.

She, who had been waiting patiently for news of Luo Qianmo's death, finally became anxious.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Quan immediately withdrew and carried out Empress Qin's orders.

"Luo Qianmo, you brat, why aren't you dead yet?! You've been missing for a whole day and night, even a person with an iron will wouldn't be alive, right? If you die, so be it, but if you cause anything to happen to my Hao'er, even if you're dead, I'll grind you to dust!" Empress Qin said viciously, her head full of precious pearls and gold hairpins jingling loudly, which was quite jarring.

At this moment, her face was sinister and she looked extremely fierce, completely different from the kind and gentle Empress Qin at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

In public, she cherished Luo Qianmo, but in private, she wished she could tear him to pieces.

In a secluded mansion within the city of Yunjing.

A dim candlelight illuminated a room, but instead of brightening the mansion, it made the entire place feel eerie and sinister.

In the main seat of the room sat a tall man, but this man did not inspire any sense of beauty.

The man was dressed in a black robe. The same black color would have given Luo Qianmo an aura of evil and domineering, but on this man it would have given him an aura of ghost and coldness.

The man wore a blue fang mask, which looked even more sinister and terrifying in the dim candlelight.

It seemed that the man was not a person, but a ghost.

If Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo were here, they would definitely realize that this man was none other than the fanged masked boss who attacked them last night.

Fang Qingyou would be even more surprised that this man is still alive!

Its vitality is even stronger than that of a cockroach.

At this moment, a sinister rage was surging within the man, causing the group of fanged masked assassins kneeling before him to tremble in fear.

The man was wearing a mask, making it impossible to see his expression, but one could still sense that his expression must be ferocious and terrifying.

Like a terrifying demon, if even one of them is not one, it will open its iron-blue maw and tear them apart with its cold, sharp fangs.

In addition, his body was leaning slightly forward, making the fear almost palpable.

"Have you found that little bastard yet?"

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince and that Miss Fang fell from the mountaintop and have not been found. Their bodies must have been carried off by wolves..."

Before one of the assassins could finish speaking, he felt a chill rush towards him. The assassin was startled and, before he could do anything, his body fell towards the ground.

"Ugh—" The assassin screamed in agony as he fell to the ground.

Before the other assassins could react, they saw thick black smoke suddenly billowing from the assassin's body, followed by a pungent, burnt smell emanating from his mouth and nose, as if rotten meat had been roasted over low-quality charcoal.

Then, as the assassin's clothes rapidly shrank and tore, revealing his body charring at a visible speed, the other assassins realized where the pungent, burnt smell was coming from.

For a moment, everyone felt like vomiting upon hearing it, but no one dared to actually vomit.

Because they all knew very well that if they vomited it out, their fate might be the same as the killer's.

To save their lives, they could not vomit, even if it meant enduring the nausea of ​​swallowing their own vomit; they could not offend their lord!

In just a short while, the enormous man vanished from everyone's sight, leaving only a few charred pieces of cloth on the ground. The only evidence of his existence was the strong, pungent smell of burnt flesh in the air.

At this moment, which of these assassins doesn't have countless lives on their hands?

Normally, they would kill without batting an eye, but now, seeing a life disappear right before their eyes, they felt a pang of sadness.

It wasn't the death of this life that was saddening, but rather the shared sorrow of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox. The killer's death served as a reminder that, if they weren't careful, they might end up with the same fate.

Their leader is truly terrifying; not only can he kill without leaving a trace, but his death is also so tragic.

They were already afraid of the Lord, and now their fear has penetrated to the very core of their being.

The Fang Lord swept his gaze over the trembling assassins, his voice hoarse and shrill: "Find that little bastard immediately, alive or dead!"

The almost screaming sound terrified the assassins, making them tremble like leaves.

"Your Majesty, I obey your command!"

Only then did the Fang Lord coldly snort, "Get lost!"

Then, the group of assassins quickly retreated as if they had been granted a pardon.