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

She knew perfectly well that he didn't really want her to ask about his situation; he was just using it as an excuse to talk to her.

Sure enough, the moment she spoke, he became even more persistent.

Luo Qianmo shook his head seriously: "Youyou, I feel very uncomfortable."

Fang Qingyou's patience was about to run out, and she was barely holding on to her last bit of rationality: "Where is the Eighth Prince feeling unwell? I'll have Yuefei send you the prescription later."

Luo Qianmo stretched his arm out to Fang Qingyou: "Youyou, you are a doctor, you know my body better than I do."

Fang Qingyou rolled her eyes speechlessly. Last night, when she was worried about his condition and wanted to check his pulse, this man tried every means to stop her.

She was just saying it casually, but he asked her to take his pulse.

This is absolutely, absolutely insane.

However, why does this sentence sound so ambiguous? What do you mean by "she knows his body better"? She just knows his physical condition better, okay?

Missing just two words can be fatal.

"Eighth Prince, didn't you take your medicine last night?" Fang Qingyou ignored the arm stretched out in front of her and asked, feigning confusion.

She would never admit that she was deliberately cursing Luo Qianmo in a veiled way.

"I ate it. Youyou's medical skills are superb; my cold has improved a lot, but I suddenly felt unwell again this morning."

"Why?" Fang Qingyou asked casually, her mind only focused on how to end this unpleasant encounter as soon as possible.

As it turned out, Luo Qianmo actually answered her.

"Youyou, I'm sad when you ignore me, and I'm even sadder when you don't care about me. My heart is very uncomfortable. Youyou, please heal me!"

As Luo Qianmo spoke, he actually tried to press Fang Qingyou's hand towards his chest, which frightened her so much that she quickly and desperately resisted.

"Eighth Prince, I am just a doctor, not a confidante. I can only treat illnesses, not hearts. Please be merciful and find a doctor who can treat hearts."

"Youyou, I only want to find you. As long as you can cure my heartache, because you are the only one in my heart." Luo Qianmo held Fang Qingyou's arm tightly, no matter how she struggled, he held on firmly.

Her beautiful dark eyes were full of deep affection, her expression was serious, and the smile on her lips was a gentle curve.

puff--

Fang Qingyou felt an urge to bleed. Luo Qianmo's expression was serious, and his affectionate look was just like that of a lovestruck boy confessing his love.

But why did she feel that this was the most unserious and unacceptable confession?

She couldn't see through or guess what Luo Qianmo was like.

This man seems to be real in every aspect, yet he also seems to be real in no aspect at all.

These tender words of love only frightened her.

Please forgive her for not knowing which of his words were sincere and which were just a joke.

Back in the Shadow Palace, she had genuinely thought that he truly loved her, but after only a few days, she found herself unable to see through this man again.

Is what he said true, or is it false?

She didn't know how to trust him.

Connecting his various behaviors, she felt he was more like a teenager with severe adolescent delusions. What should she do?

You are the only one in my heart...

Is this going to make her cringe?

Fang Qingyou was so disgusted by the sentimentality that she felt like she was getting goosebumps all over: "Eighth Prince, please forgive my incompetence. Now that things have come to this, it would be better if we could find Lanwu Yuzhi as soon as possible, so that you could return to the capital. At that time, whatever ailment you may have, I believe there will be many people willing to help you. Perhaps, there will be one who can cure you."

That's absolutely true.

Fang Qingyou wished she were in Kyoto right now. With Luo Qianmo's status, what kind of woman couldn't he have?

At that time, he could cure any mental illness he had.

In fact, in her opinion, all of Luo Qianmo's illnesses were due to a lack of women.

Because they've been starving for so long, they're all becoming quite desperate for food.

She's not his type at all, okay?

"Youyou, you're right. There's always someone who can cure me, and that person is you."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

She said all this to remind Luo Qianmo that if he wanted a woman, every woman in the world would be scrambling to get in front of him.

With so many choices, surely someone will be his type.

But why is he so clueless?

However, when Lanwu Yuzhi was mentioned, Fang Qingyou suddenly had a very strange feeling.

For some reason, she felt that the delicate fragrance she had smelled earlier seemed to be related to the Orchid Mist Jade Mushroom.

It was a strange, yet very strong feeling.

This possibility immediately excited her.

Could it really be Lanwu Yuzhi?

She had only mentioned it casually earlier, but now she realized that the Orchid Mist Jade Mushroom was the last medicinal ingredient that could cure Luo Qianmo's body.

One of their main purposes in coming to the south was this.

If she could find Lanwu Yuzhi to cure him, then she would feel much less guilty towards him.

This way, she wouldn't feel pressured whenever she saw Luo Qianmo.

Even when he takes advantage of you, you can't get too angry, and you can't ignore him no matter what happens.

It's all so tangled up, with something always involved.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou couldn't care less about playing with Luo Qianmo anymore and hurriedly asked, "Eighth Prince, have you smelled any strange odor?"

"What smell?"

"It has a very pleasant fragrance. When you smell it, you feel refreshed and comfortable." Fang Qingyou looked at Luo Qianmo expectantly.

Luo Qianmo's senses are even more acute than hers; if she can smell something, he can definitely smell it too.

Sure enough, Luo Qianmo nodded: "Yes, there is indeed a scent, a pleasant fragrance."

"Is that so?" Fang Qingyou's lips immediately curled up into a smile. "Eighth Prince, hurry, let's go find the source of that scent..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Qingyou's smile suddenly froze.

Just as she was excitedly about to go with Luo Qianmo to find that fragrant scent, he suddenly leaned down, grabbed her chin with one hand, and gently lifted it.

The tenderness in those dark eyes was overflowing, gentle, and almost drowningly so.

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Why didn't she understand what was happening, why she was being teased without warning once again?

"Eighth Prince, what are you doing?" Fang Qingyou's eyes widened immediately.

But then Luo Qianmo's lips suddenly curled into an extremely wicked smile, full of irresistible charm: "Youyou, didn't you ask me to find the source of that fragrant scent? I've found it, and that's you."

As he spoke, he gently sniffed the air, the tip of his nose almost touching his forehead, a look of utter intoxication on his face…