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

However, in her extreme anger, Fang Qingyou momentarily overlooked the obvious ambiguity in her words.

Therefore, Luo Qianmo naturally misunderstood her.

"Youyou, since you have promised me, I will definitely grant your wish and make you my princess consort, my only princess consort."

Ga?

Fang Qingyou froze on the spot. What was going on? What had she agreed to?

Realizing the ambiguity in her words, Fang Qingyou's face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly explained to Luo Qianmo, "Eighth Prince, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean..."

Before Fang Qingyou could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo took her hand in his own with deep affection: "Youyou, you don't need to explain. I understand your feelings. I know you have me in your heart. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you sincerely. My heart is clear as day."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

What do you mean she has him in her heart? That's a load of rubbish!

Why is it so tragic? She tries to pull herself outward, but the more she tries, the more entangled she becomes.

Has she fallen into a swamp and can't get out at all?

"Eighth Prince, let's talk about this later. Now, can we discuss the strange black mud?"

Fang Qingyou felt that Luo Qianmo must be overflowing with hormones at this moment, so it was better not to mention anything about men and women to him. She would explain it to him after he calmed down.

Otherwise, she will definitely be the one who suffers.

Right now, Yuefei's matter is more important; she's been kneeling on that hard stone ground for so long.

In this late autumn weather, the ground is very cold, which is very harmful to the body!

"Okay." Although Luo Qianmo agreed, he still held Fang Qingyou's hands in his own.

Fang Qingyou struggled but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up.

Oh well, being touched on the hand seems much better than being touched in places that shouldn't be touched?

Fang Qingyou was so embarrassed by her own cowardice that she felt she was incredibly weak.

So the two of them remained in this strange position and continued talking.

As Fang Qingyou narrated, Luo Qianmo's beautiful dark eyes gradually lit up.

He had come into contact with many highly flammable substances, such as tung oil, grease, and saltpeter, but this was the first time he had ever heard the term "petroleum" or "crude oil."

Black gold?

If its effects are truly as good as Fang Qingyou described, then it truly is black gold.

"Eighth Prince, if this oil is successfully extracted, I want to take 10% of the profits as payment for providing this source of income."

Fang Qingyou had a plan in mind. The cave was located at a high altitude, yet oil could still overflow into it, proving that the underground oil deposits were extremely rich.

With such abundant oil reserves, Luo Qianmo would definitely make a fortune if she sold them, and the 10% stake would certainly make her very wealthy.

She is desperately short of money right now.

The construction costs for the manor in Liujia Village haven't been paid, the funds for preparing a branch of Cheng'an Medical Clinic are still lacking, and the money to buy a manor in Kyoto is nowhere to be found...

"it is good."

Fang Qingyou was surprised that Luo Qianmo agreed so readily. She was stunned for a moment before breaking into a smile.

"The Eighth Prince is truly generous. In that case, I will certainly do everything in my power to help you extract oil."

"Okay." Luo Qianmo nodded slightly, but in his heart he thought that this little woman was really stupid. Such a good resource, wouldn't it be a pity to sell it? If the oil could be used to its fullest potential, it would have the greatest value.

However, whether he uses it for his own purposes or for other purposes, he will naturally receive a share of the profits from this little woman.

Seeing that Luo Qianmo was being so agreeable, Fang Qingyou's eyes flickered, and she said, "Eighth Prince, considering that I've provided you with such good news, could you please let Yuefei go? She has always been very dedicated to protecting me. This time it was my fault, not her negligence."

This was Fang Qingyou's real purpose in wanting to talk to Luo Qianmo.

Luo Qianmo's response this time was also straightforward, but it was a straightforward denial.

"No." These two simple words carried an unwavering firmness.

"Eighth Prince, you've really wronged Yuefei. It wasn't that she didn't protect me, but that I didn't tell her beforehand that it was oil because I wasn't entirely sure at the time. I planned to tell her after the experiment was over. It's really not Yuefei's fault. Can you please not punish her?" Fang Qingyou continued to plead for Yuefei, unwilling to give up.

This time, Luo Qianmo's attitude softened slightly. He raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Fang Qingyou: "Youyou, do you really want me to let Yuefei go?"

Fang Qingyou nodded repeatedly. Of course she wanted to. If she didn't want to, how could she have stayed in this dark place with Luo Qianmo for so long? How could she have endured him taking advantage of her so much?

"Then give me a kiss."

puff--

Luo Qianmo's calm voice almost made Fang Qingyou spit out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Qianmo is too shameless! He actually used such conditions to threaten her?

"Can we change the terms?" Fang Qingyou suppressed the urge to vomit blood, glanced at Fang Yuefei's kneeling figure, gritted her teeth, and asked again.

"Yes."

Upon hearing Luo Qianmo's answer, Fang Qingyou's expression brightened, but the smile on her lips froze completely on her face as she heard him add another sentence.

"I can kiss you too."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

She has an urge to feel depressed, what should she do?

Fang Qingyou managed to resist the urge to ask Luo Qianmo if he could change the terms again, because she felt that if he did, his terms would only become more unreasonable.

"Then I'll choose the first option!"

If it were up to her, she could kiss some insignificant places, but if it were up to Luo Qianmo, who knows where he would kiss?

It's better to keep the initiative in your own hands.

So, Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth, gritted her teeth again, and finally quickly kissed Luo Qianmo's hand.

A light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water. A gentle touch, like a feather brushing against the heart.

Then, Fang Qingyou's face turned bright red, and she almost dared not look at Luo Qianmo again. She could only turn her head away and look to the side: "Eighth Prince, I have fulfilled the conditions I promised you, so you should let Yuefei go now, right?"

To everyone's surprise, Luo Qianmo responded with a nonchalant "I won't let go."

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou suddenly turned her head and looked at Luo Qianmo accusingly: "Eighth Prince, how can you not let her go? Didn't you just promise me that as long as I... I... that, you would let Yuefei go?"