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

Xuan Zhu had barely stepped inside when an anxious voice arrived: "Miss Fang, something terrible has happened, my prince..."

Fang Qingyou stood up abruptly, feeling as if the blood in her body had frozen for a moment: "Lord Zhu, what happened to the Eighth Prince? But..."

She swallowed back the words "the injury has worsened" as soon as she realized what was happening.

She was so nervous just now that she forgot about Yuefei's presence.

Xuan Zhu also seemed to have something to say but hesitated because Yue Fei was there.

Fang Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly picked up her medicine box and rushed outside.

She had been careless just now. Xuanhuang must have seen that Mingyue and Yuefei were both in the room, which is why he used the excuse of "dining together." But she was blinded by anger and didn't realize his true purpose.

Yuefei vaguely saw that Fang Qingyou's figure seemed to sway for a moment, and quickly followed after her.

In the blink of an eye, only Xuan Zhu remained in the room.

Then, Xuan Zhu's lips slowly curled up, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Fang Qingyou practically sprinted towards the independent courtyard, her speed astonishing even Yue Fei.

This speed was only slightly slower than her light-footed skill.

When Fang Qingyou arrived at the independent courtyard, she saw Xuanhuang waiting outside the carved round gate. She immediately said, "Lord Huang, please lead the way immediately."

Her voice was stiff and trembling, tense and worried.

Fang Qingyou herself was unaware of any of this.

Or rather, she thought she was worried about her savior, but she didn't know that she was actually worried about Luo Qianmo.

Xuanhuang was stunned when he saw Fang Qingyou. He couldn't believe his eyes. When she asked him to lead the way, he realized that she was looking for Luo Qianmo, so he quickly seized the opportunity to invite her in: "Miss Fang, please."

Xuanhuang was very curious about what methods Xuanzhu had used to invite Fang Qingyou, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that his mission was accomplished!

Yuefei voluntarily stayed outside the courtyard: "Miss, I'll stay here and wait for you."

Fang Qingyou waved to Yue Fei without turning around, indicating that she understood.

Xuanhuang led Fang Qingyou to the second floor, stopped outside a room, knocked on the door, and respectfully said, "Your Highness, Miss Fang has arrived."

"Come in," came the man's indifferent voice from inside the house.

As always, his expression was devoid of joy or anger, and showed no emotion whatsoever.

Xuanhuang pushed open the door, but before he could invite Fang Qingyou, she had already rushed past him into the room.

Yes, he did rush in, because Xuanhuang only saw a figure flash past him before Fang Qingyou was already in the room.

Seeing this, Xuanhuang simply closed the door and fled the room at breakneck speed.

Inside the room, Fang Qingyou was breathing heavily, her breathing uneven, as she looked at the man standing by the window.

The man was tall and slender, his height blocking most of the window.

A gentle breeze blew in from behind, softly lifting his clothes and gently ruffling the two strands of dark hair at his temples.

The man's eyes were as black as ink, unfathomable, yet they held a faint smile.

The moment I saw her, my world brightened instantly, shining as brightly as the brightest star in the sky.

Like a fairy descending from the wind, ethereal and illusory, yet seemingly right before your eyes, within reach.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled his surroundings, making him appear more down-to-earth and less aloof.

The moment Fang Qingyou rushed in, she was anxious, her heart clenching tightly, but in that instant, her heart seemed to stop beating.

Fang Qingyou knew that she had once again fallen for Luo Qianmo's breathtaking beauty, and had once again fallen uncontrollably.

She wanted to break free from this predicament, but then she suddenly remembered Xuan Zhu's words, and her expression instantly turned serious. She quickly walked to Luo Qianmo's side.

However, her object was an open window.

Fang Qingyou quickly closed the window, explaining as she did so, "Your body is still weak, and the morning breeze is too damp and cold. If you want some fresh air, wait until noon to open the window."

After Fang Qingyou closed the window, she was about to turn around to take Luo Qianmo's pulse when she was surprised to find that her body seemed to be leaning against another body.

The owner of this embrace is obvious without even thinking.

Fang Qingyou didn't know if she was too nervous, but she felt as if an electric current had flowed through her body and struck her heart.

Fang Qingyou lowered her eyes and saw that the dark hem of her dress was already folded together with the hem of her dress.

Just like Luo Qianmo gently embraced her from behind.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyou felt her heart beat faster.

As a doctor, Fang Qingyou was driven almost crazy by her own strange reactions.

What's wrong with her today? Is it because she's been too tired these past few days and hasn't had enough rest, causing her body to react erratically?

Yes, that must be it, that must be it!

Then, Fang Qingyou's voice turned cold: "Eighth Prince, what are you doing?"

Luo Qianmo didn't speak. Fang Qingyou only felt him suddenly lean down, and then felt his breath spreading around her ear.

"I'm not doing anything, I just miss you a little."

He really did want to; he thought he wouldn't make it through last night, but he never expected to see her again today.

A few strands of Luo Qianmo's hair fell onto Fang Qingyou's cheek, making her face itch.

Fang Qingyou felt an itch that seemed to reach all the way to the bottom of her heart.

But the word "want" made her gaze turn cold instantly, and the strange feeling in her heart vanished immediately.

Fang Qingyou then coldly took Luo Qianmo's hand and was about to take his pulse.

She wanted to finish her business quickly and then leave the room as soon as possible, away from this man.

However, her movements suddenly froze, because she saw that there were many marks on his wrists, which looked like marks from rope friction.

The wounds are deep, indicating a heavy impact, and they appear to be from last night.

Seeing these wounds, Fang Qingyou felt a surge of anger: "Who did this?"

Luo Qianmo didn't expect Fang Qingyou to take his pulse. Before he could react, she had already discovered the wounds on his body.

He tried to pull his arm back, but Fang Qingyou held his wrist tightly.

He couldn't see her expression, but he could hear the anger in her voice.

Knowing what she was asking, he replied calmly, "No one else, it was just my own carelessness."

At the same time, a soft smile gradually appeared on her lips. The fact that she was willing to come see him proved that she had feelings for him.

Her anger towards the person who hurt her proves that she cares about him, even if she is unwilling to admit it.