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

Emperor Mingde, disguised as a man leaving the palace, stood on the city wall and watched Luo Qianmo until the group's figure became a small black dot in his eyes before reluctantly turning his gaze away.

Emperor Mingde was originally unwilling to let Luo Qianmo go to the south, but he changed his mind in the end because he realized the ambition of the eldest prince.

The eldest prince was clearly not as obedient and gentle as he appeared. His analysis of the solution to the southern insect plague was indeed quite good, which proved that he had known about it beforehand.

And he waited until today in order to show off in front of me.

He disregarded the lives of the people in the south for the sake of that dragon throne; he was utterly unworthy to sit on that chair.

His intentions were good, and his mind was deep. He had misjudged him before, thinking he was honest and kind.

Therefore, Empress Qin, the birth mother of the eldest prince, is probably not as kind and virtuous as she appears.

Therefore, Emperor Mingde left the eldest prince in the capital to keep an eye on the mother and son and prevent them from having any opportunity to harm Luo Qianmo.

At the same time, Fang Qingwei, who was reading in her room, crumpled a book of poems.

This collection of poems was her favorite. Usually, she would only flip through it gently, but today she took it out to look at it again because she felt troubled. Perhaps it was because Ren had moved into the Fang residence, or perhaps it was because she saw that Fang Qingyou was safe and sound.

After flipping through the poetry collection for a long time, my mood improved slightly, only to hear from the maid that Fang Qingyou and Gu Jinyi had met at Qingwu Tower.

The cover of the poetry collection was almost crumpled into a ball by Fang Qingwei's fingernails.

Fang Qingyou is clearly entangled with Luo Qianmo, so why is Gu Jinyi still so hung up on her?

What's so great about this little girl?

Fang Qingwei's fingers were so tense from the excessive force that her entire hand was taut, and her fingertips and knuckles were a ghastly white, as if they could turn into sharp blades and pierce someone's heart.

Fang Qingwei frowned slightly. If Fang Qingyou were in the capital, she would have a way to deal with her, but now that she is thousands of miles away, she is afraid that she is too far away to help.

One figure after another flashed through his mind, until finally Qin Nihong's figure appeared.

Fang Qingwei has always looked down on Princess Qin Nihong. She has tried to deal with Fang Qingyou so many times, but has never succeeded.

However, there are advantages to being a fool, namely, that you are easily fooled.

Moreover, the Qin family is powerful and influential, and they are also relatives of the emperor. Only Qin Nihong can extend her influence to the south.

An idea came to Fang Qingwei's mind. She whispered a few words in the maid's ear, and the maid understood and immediately withdrew.

After Luo Qianmo, Fang Qingyou and their group left Yunjing City, as night fell completely, a 200-strong iron-armored black cavalry guard set off from outside the city and followed their group swiftly away.

A tall, spirited horse, exuding an imposing aura.

This armored black cavalry guard advanced very quickly, yet made very little noise. The only sound was the clatter of their hooves, and their figures almost blended into the night, making them virtually undetectable.

This armored black cavalry guard was sent by Emperor Mingde to secretly protect Luo Qianmo's safety.

On the surface, Luo Qianmo was given a lot of protection, but Emperor Mingde was still not at ease.

He would rather be cautious than lose Luo Qianmo again.

That night, Fang Qingyou was cramming on knowledge about insect disasters, with two beautiful women sitting beside her.

These two women were sent by Luo Qianmo to take care of Fang Qingyou. They were Mingyue and Yuefei, whom she had met before at Luo Qianmo's villa and spent a few days with.

Fang Qingyou felt that Luo Qianmo's decision to send these two excellent maids to serve as her maids was a complete waste of talent.

What surprised Fang Qingyou even more was the level of loyalty of Mingyue and Yuefei. They obeyed Luo Qianmo's orders without question, with only two words in their minds: "obedience."

Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if Mingyue and Yuefei were brainwashed and cultivated by Luo Qianmo.

Of course, Fang Qingyou wouldn't dare ask this question in front of Luo Qianmo.

While Fang Qingyou was studying the medical techniques, Mingyue and Yuefei were sewing a small piece of white cotton satin, stitch by stitch, with needles in their hands.

It was an extremely simple matter, but the two of them looked very serious, as if they were doing something of great importance.

Looking at their serious and focused expressions, Fang Qingyou always felt that assigning them such tasks was a waste of their talents.

However, these tasks had to be done by someone because she needed to rush to produce a batch of special masks.

In modern rescue and disaster relief efforts, ensuring that rescuers' first line of defense is a suitable mask is crucial.

Only when rescuers are safe can more people be rescued.

She originally intended to make some masks herself, but Mingyue and Yuefei wouldn't let her do it herself, so Fang Qingyou had no choice but to hand the task over to them.

In fact, apart from the carriage where Fang Qingyou was, everyone else in the other carriages had been given the task of sewing at least twenty masks every day.

This task was given by Luo Qianmo. After listening to Fang Qingyou's explanation of the function of masks, he felt that this small item was quite useful, so he immediately issued this order.

Upon receiving the order, many ministers and imperial physicians who were used to being pampered complained incessantly, as they were being asked to do such needlework and thread-making work.

Of course, these people only dared to complain in their hearts, but dared not complain to each other's faces, since it was Luo Qianmo who led the team on this trip south.

Trying to reason with this arrogant prince is futile; they have no doubt that if they disagree, this powerful figure will throw them out.

It's pitch black outside. Leaving them on the road would be like sending them to their deaths.

So, no matter how much resentment I felt, I couldn't stop working.

Many grown men complain endlessly about sewing masks, a task considered too girly, but Fang Runtin quietly sewed them, taking on the task of making masks for their carriage.

His technique was a little clumsy, but he did it very seriously.

Seeing Fang Runtin working diligently with his head down, Elder Xing's eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of emotion and pity, a touch of sadness and heartache.

If a rough but meticulous boy like this had been carefully nurtured from a young age, he would probably have grown into a brave and resourceful martial artist long ago.

What a pity about that kid.

Inside a carriage, Xiaoyaozi stared blankly at the stack of white cotton satin in front of him.

How can you expect him to sew twenty masks a day?

This is simply not a job he's capable of doing!

Making him do this is less efficient than making twenty disguise masks!

Xiaoyaozi, with a bitter expression, looked expectantly at the other person in the carriage...