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

Xuan Qing always had a blank face; he was a true expressionless man.

His expression remained unchanged after he got into the carriage.

Xiaoyaozi disliked Xuanqing at all, but he had no choice. It was Luo Qianmo's arrangement, ostensibly to protect himself.

Looking at Xuan Qing's expressionless face, Xiaoyaozi had no desire to speak to him at all, but the matter of sewing masks was truly a challenge for this hero.

"Xiaoqing, I can tell from your face that you're rough around the edges but actually quite meticulous. You must be quite good at delicate tasks, right? Like sewing masks?"

Xiaoyaozi pointed to the thick stack of white cotton satin and forced a smile.

Xuan Qing shook his head expressionlessly: "I only know how to use a sword."

Xiaoyaozi twitched the corners of his mouth, making his smile even brighter: "Xiaoqing, you're so young, you must have a strong learning ability. You'll definitely learn it very quickly. How could something like sewing masks be difficult for you?"

Xuan Qing shook his head expressionlessly: "I can't learn it."

Xiaoyaozi felt like he was about to vomit blood; this Xuanqing was simply incorrigible.

He could accept that Luo Qianmo wanted to send someone to monitor him, but could he please send someone more lovable?

Although Xiaoyaozi was unwilling, he knew that his unwillingness could not change reality, because he could guess that the reason why Luo Qianmo treated him this way must have been the bad idea of ​​his good disciple.

He couldn't help but groan inwardly, "Waaah, my dear disciple, you're practically murdering your teacher!"

Fang Qingyou was destined not to hear Xiaoyaozi's wails, as she was currently engrossed in reading the medical book in her hands.

She had been feeling lost for too long today. Only when she was reading medical books could she temporarily forget Gu Jinyi and feel that her life was still vibrant and that she could still see the bright sun tomorrow.

Inside a low-key yet luxurious carriage, a fist-sized luminous pearl illuminates the interior space.

Luo Qianmo was reclining on a soft couch, resting. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his handsome face that could captivate all. Between his slender fingers was a piece of white silk, which was the prototype of a face mask.

He was quiet, possessing a serene beauty that made one reluctant to disturb him.

Even the slightest sound is avoided for fear of disturbing this tranquil beauty.

Luo Qianmo's thoughts suddenly drifted back to the time when he first met Fang Qingyou.

Back then, Fang Qingyou was still a greenhorn. She wore a simple mask and used her medical skills to work as a coroner.

Luo Qianmo recognized her as the bold "young man" who had clung to his leg and begged him to seek justice for her. He couldn't help but look at her with new respect because of her superb medical skills.

He only intended to recruit this young female healer, but he never expected things to develop in a way that even he couldn't have foreseen.

Yes, he never imagined that a doctor would leave such a deep impression on him.

Xuanqing and Xuanhuang were riding in the same carriage as Luo Qianmo. They were sewing masks when they glanced up and saw a faint but gentle smile on their prince's lips. They stared in astonishment, almost thinking they were dreaming.

This must be a dream, otherwise how could His Highness be smiling so...so sweetly?

Upon seeing the piece of white cotton satin he was holding between his fingers, the two exchanged a glance, both revealing a knowing expression.

It turns out that His Highness is interested in Miss Fang.

Well, the two of them had just met not long ago, but now, His Highness was holding this piece of cloth and reminiscing about the past.

It turns out that love really can change a person a lot.

His Highness, a god-like figure, could instantly become a mortal, transforming into a devoted and infatuated young lover!

Just as Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang were lost in thought, Luo Qianmo suddenly swept a cold glance over, startling the two of them into lowering their heads and rapidly moving their needle and thread.

Uh, did His Highness notice that they were spying on him?

Heaven help them, Your Highness, please don't punish them. They're not afraid of any other punishment, they're just worried that the task of sewing twenty masks will become forty!

This sewing work is really not their forte.

Luo Qianmo did notice Xuan Zhu and Xuan Huang peeping, but since he happened to see the masks they were sewing, he surprisingly didn't react.

He glanced at the two of them briefly, then looked away indifferently.

Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang sewed and sewed with all their might. The intense finger movements made their hands ache. They breathed a sigh of relief when they realized they hadn't been punished by Luo Qianmo.

It seems that His Highness let them go because of Miss Fang?

Oh dear, Miss Fang is so perfect to be their prince's consort! She can even make their prince show a moment of tenderness.

At that time, Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang secretly made a decision in their hearts: no matter how difficult it was, they would definitely help their prince and Miss Fang become a couple.

No, no, it should be said that they were determined to persuade Miss Fang to accept his prince.

No, no, still no, they should say they must make Miss Fang feel the passionate yet gentle heart of their prince.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the moon shines even brighter.

The night breeze was cool, and the moonlight was like water.

Gu Jinyi sat alone in the courtyard corridor, leaning against the tall pillars, gulping down one glass of wine after another.

One cup after another, the strong liquor seemed to burn into his body like fire.

His gaze remained fixed on the silver moon in the sky. He had been looking at this silver moon for a long time, but a few days ago he was worried, and today he was sad.

He didn't understand why Fang Qingyou would suddenly distance herself from him.

He clearly saw the joy of reunion in her eyes; she had hoped to see him, so why did she rush away when she saw him?

It felt as if she couldn't wait to escape his world.

That feeling made him feel as if his heart had been hollowed out.

When she was not around, there was a void; when she fled, it became a huge and bottomless abyss.

He didn't care about the unbearable rumors, the pressure from his family, or the pressure from his parents and elders, but he did care about her running away from him.

Gu Jinyi had a vague feeling that something must have happened during the days Fang Qingyou was missing, which was why her attitude towards him had changed so drastically.

But no matter what it was, he couldn't find out or guess what it was.

The traces from those days seemed to have been erased; even he couldn't find a single clue, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Miss Fang..." Gu Jinyi murmured to himself, then downed another glass of strong liquor.

The most outstanding young master in the world, for the first time in his life, is drowning his sorrows in alcohol, for the first time he wants to get completely drunk, for the first time he wants to indulge himself...