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

Midway through the banquet, Fang Qingyou suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, so she went outside for some fresh air.

Outside the banquet hall, away from the hustle and bustle, Fang Qingyou finally felt a little more comfortable.

At that moment, Fang Qingyou saw a figure emerge from the carved round gate of the secluded courtyard, walking hurriedly.

It was the courtyard where she had picked osmanthus flowers that afternoon.

I was surprised; were people actually living in that courtyard?

When they got closer, Fang Qingyou recognized the figure as Xuanhuang.

Could it be that the person living in that courtyard is Luo Qianmo?

Xuanhuang was walking so hurriedly, but what could be the matter with Luo Qianmo?

Fang Qingyou was about to walk over when she suddenly remembered the mooncakes she had made herself, so she ordered Yuefei to fetch them.

Before Yuefei could move, Mingyue noticed the commotion and brought the food box over.

Fang Qingyou took the food box and, seeing that Mingyue and Yuefei wanted to come with her, said, "Mingyue, Yuefei, you two stay here. I'll be right back."

She wanted to ask about Luo Qianmo's health, but this couldn't be known by too many people, including Mingyue and Yuefei.

Mingyue and Yuefei both saw Xuanhuang and vaguely guessed Fang Qingyou's thoughts, so they just followed from a distance, neither going far away nor getting close.

Xuanhuang was hurrying along and didn't notice Fang Qingyou until she called out "Lord Huang" and he realized she was getting close.

"Miss Fang, is there something you need?" Although anxious, Xuanhuang's attitude was respectful.

"Lord Huang, you seem to be in such a hurry. Has the Eighth Prince's injury suddenly changed?" Fang Qingyou deliberately lowered her voice, asking in a tone that only she and Xuanhuang could hear.

Xuanhuang was taken aback at first, then quickly shook his head: "No, His Highness is doing very well. He just suddenly felt hungry, so he ordered me to go to the kitchen to get something."

Xuanhuang's expression was flawless, but Fang Qingyou still felt that he was lying: "Lord Huang, if the Eighth Prince's injuries worsen, please tell me, and I will do my best to heal him!"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "If all else fails, there's always my master."

If Luo Qianmo's condition were truly so serious that Xiaoyaozi would have to intervene, then she would definitely beg Xiaoyaozi for help.

Xuanhuang shook his head again: "Miss Fang, don't worry, His Highness is fine. I haven't been out for long. If you have nothing else, I'll go to the kitchen now!"

Fang Qingyou frowned, handed over the food box, and couldn't help but add, "Lord Huang, here are some mooncakes for the Eighth Prince and you. And as always, if his health changes, please come and find me."

"Thank you, Miss Fang. Please rest assured, His Highness is doing well. However, I have remembered your words, and I will definitely come to you if there is any situation."

"Thank you for your trouble." Fang Qingyou curtsied to Xuanhuang, then stepped back a few paces to make way for him.

"Miss Fang, I'll take my leave now." Xuanhuang clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fang Qingyou, and then immediately walked away.

Watching Xuanhuang's hurried departure, Fang Qingyou's delicate brows remained furrowed with deep worry.

She was indeed worried about Luo Qianmo. He had suffered such serious injuries, yet he had only rested for a few days. The journey south was long and bumpy, and she wondered if his body could withstand it.

Fang Qingyou looked at the secluded courtyard, which seemed to be quiet all the time, but there were lights shining from inside the rooms.

She wanted to shift her gaze to the second-floor room from that afternoon, the room where she felt someone was there, but her view was blocked by the thick courtyard wall, making her unsure whether the light shining through was from that room, or whether Luo Qianmo was inside.

The more uncertain it was, the less Fang Qingyou could feel at ease.

On the other hand, Xuanhuang naturally didn't go to the kitchen, but to the inn's pharmacy to find medicine.

Luo Qianmo was not unharmed; it wasn't that his injuries had worsened, but rather that the strange poison flared up on the fifteenth of each month.

This time, due to his physical weakness caused by injury, the flare-up of the strange poison seemed to be particularly severe, causing Luo Qianmo to fall into the same absolute madness as before.

Before the poison was released, Luo Qianmo, in order not to make too much noise and attract attention, ordered his men to tie him to the bed with heavy ropes, making him almost look like a rice dumpling.

As a result, when Luo Qianmo later suffered from the poison and went berserk, the ropes did have a restraining effect on him, but because his strength was too great and he kept struggling, the ropes rubbed his clothes and skin raw.

Unfortunately, when they were administering the medicine to Luo Qianmo, his madness caused them to spill the medicine multiple times.

In addition, when he had a manic episode, many of his men who were guarding him were injured, and for a time, medicine for injuries was in short supply.

Xuan Zhu was preparing medicine on the spot, but he was missing a few ingredients, so Xuan Huang had to go out and find them.

Actually, when it comes to Luo Qianmo's rare poison, Fang Qingyou's treatment is the most effective, but unfortunately, she is the person he least wants to seek treatment from.

Xuan Zhu, Song Mao, and the others could only do their best to treat Luo Qianmo, hoping that he would be fine by tomorrow if he could get through tonight.

The missing medicinal herbs were all commonly used, and Xuanhuang quickly found them. However, in order to avoid suspicion, he also went to the kitchen and brought back some food.

Fang Qingyou waited until Xuanhuang re-entered the courtyard before returning to her seat.

When she returned, mooncakes were being served at the banquet, and even the ordinary guards were given one each.

Many people have eaten mooncakes and praised their taste.

"Wow, this mooncake is delicious!"

"Yes, it may be small, but the taste is absolutely fantastic!"

"What do you mean 'small'? With our status, we're lucky if we can even get a mooncake to eat when we're traveling!"

"Delicious! I love the flavor of this osmanthus!"

Praises poured in immediately.

Fang Qingyou's mood improved slightly, not because others praised her, but because her hard work had made these people happy for at least a moment during this festive season, which she felt was worthwhile.

However, these people reminded Fang Qingyou that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is also the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month.

Fang Qingyou looked up at the full moon that was almost in the sky, and her eyes were filled with worry once again.

This time, the worry stems from the lack of killing.

Every time the full moon is on the fifteenth, the strange poison in Wu Sha's body will flare up. I don't know if the medicine I left for him is effective, or if he is suffering a lot tonight.

If I could cure Wu Sha, perhaps he wouldn't be suffering so much, but this time he suddenly refused to be treated.

This was a day overflowing with anxiety and helplessness.

Fang Qingyou withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and looked at her slender fingers.

The faint scent of osmanthus lingered on her fingertips, but she wondered if Luo Qianmo had already eaten mooncakes.

Is tonight destined to be a sleepless night?