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

"Luo Qianmo, you can have only one woman in your life, but can the Eighth Prince do the same, or even the future new emperor?"

While asking the question, she kept her eyes fixed on those beautiful, dark eyes.

She simply chooses not to marry; if she were to marry, she would certainly not settle for less.

This is a major life event for her, and she is determined to speak out, even at the risk of great disrespect.

As expected, Luo Qianmo was taken aback.

The future new emperor—isn't that what his future is all about?

This little woman seems indifferent and uncaring about everything. Did she really see through his ambition?

This little woman is indeed bold; I'm afraid no one but her would dare to say those words in front of him.

These few words, if not handled carefully, can cause a bloodbath.

However, this did not affect his decision.

His dark eyes gazed intently into hers: "Okay."

Just two words, spoken softly, yet carrying an unwavering resolve.

Now it was Fang Qingyou's turn to be shocked.

She hadn't expected this answer; the desire of every man in the world was to sit awake and wield power over the world, and to lie drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman.

Luo Qianmo is only one step away from taking that step. Does he really disdain those beauties that are within his reach?

"Luo Qianmo, I hope you think this through before you answer me. I agree to be your girlfriend, but the husband I marry must do these things, otherwise I would rather not marry him." Seeing Luo Qianmo's suddenly darkened gaze, Fang Qingyou still had no intention of stopping: "If he doesn't do these things, even if I get married, I will not stoop to marrying such a husband."

Luo Qianmo was indeed somewhat displeased. Did this little woman distrust him that much?

If he can say these things, he can certainly do them.

Moreover, was she warning him that if he dared to break his promise, she would run away even if she married him?

He glanced at Fang Qingyou sideways. This little woman was even bolder than he had imagined. There was probably only one woman in the world who dared to treat him like this.

However, only a woman like this could catch his eye.

"Fang Qingyou, I'll reiterate once again, I, Luo Qianmo, always keep my word. Luo Qianmo will only ever have one woman in this life: Fang Qingyou."

Fang Qingyou felt his heart tremble; these words were as if they were engraved in his heart, so profound.

She almost felt that the man in front of her might actually be able to do that.

However, a final trace of confusion remained in my heart.

"Luo Qianmo, I don't understand, why is this person me?"

With Luo Qianmo's power, how few women would be willing to marry him?

She didn't have a wealthy family background, stunning looks, or extraordinary talents; at best, she could be considered a junior doctor with decent medical skills.

But why would Luo Qianmo choose such an ordinary person like her?

Putting all that aside, it seems that she and he didn't have much of an emotional foundation. So why was he so devoted to her, to the point that he was determined to marry no one but her?

why?

In fact, Luo Qianmo didn't know the answer to this question either.

He didn't know what he liked about this little woman. Was it her superb medical skills, her adorable naivety, her reckless boldness, her constant avoidance of him, or his unrequited love for her...?

He always felt that there was a thread connecting him and her in the dark, making it impossible for him to leave this little woman.

A day apart feels like three autumns. To see someone but not be able to is to feel melancholy and unhappy.

"Because you are you."

A faint glimmer flickered in Luo Qianmo's dark pupils, and his voice was soft, like a gentle breeze rippling the surface of a pond, causing Fang Qingyou's heart to ripple.

This was the least likely answer, yet somehow it melted her heart instantly.

The so-called love between men and women is nothing more than because you are you, and because I am me.

If you weren't you, and if I weren't myself, perhaps I wouldn't be able to love.

Fang Qingyou has never experienced what love is, but at this moment, facing the man in front of her, her heart is incredibly tender.

It was as if warm sunshine was pouring down, making her heart bright and warm.

That feeling, she didn't know if it was love, but it really made her feel wonderful.

Immersed in this feeling, Fang Qingyou felt completely captivated by those beautiful, deep, dark eyes.

Therefore, she didn't even notice when the man gently picked her up.

The bright candlelight flickered gently, casting the shadows of the two figures on the tent, which overlapped, making them appear to be embracing affectionately, sweet as if honey were melting between them.

Fang Qingyou didn't know how she left Luo Qianmo's tent. The mountain breeze was cool at night, but she didn't feel much cold because she was wearing a dark black cloak.

It wasn't thick, but it was enough to keep out the cold.

Soft and warm, it warmed my heart.

Remembering how Luo Qianmo escorted her all the way to the tent and whispered in her ear before leaving, her cheeks flushed.

"Youyou, from now on you'll have to change your form of address. You can no longer call me Eighth Prince or address me by my given name. From now on, you must call me Momo. If you don't, you should know the consequences..."

Fang Qingyou said she didn't like the title at all.

Momo, touch...

What should I do if it sounds so dirty?

But she disliked the consequences even more.

The consequences Luo Qianmo mentioned weren't just a few words of scolding or corporal punishment, but rather either touching or kissing.

She'd rather be beaten up than face such consequences.

Although she was somewhat unwilling, she also felt a hidden sweetness in her heart.

This strange feeling made Fang Qingyou feel like she didn't understand herself at all. What was wrong with her? Did she actually have some feelings for Luo Qianmo?

When did this happen? Why didn't she notice at all?

Suddenly, I cried out in my heart, "Heart, please stop doing this!"

Don't you think you're setting me up? You clearly don't like Luo Qianmo, so why are you so smug about liking him?

Fang Qingyou felt that her heart must be asking for a slap. If her heart, like her hands, were an external part of her body, she might not be able to resist slapping it.

This heart is so wicked, so incredibly wicked! How could it betray its master like this?

The mountain wind blew again, quite sharp against her burning face. Fang Qingyou composed herself and walked calmly into her tent.

Yuefei was grinding herbs when she saw Fang Qingyou return, and she was taken aback, but she quickly concealed her surprise.

The young lady actually returned wearing His Highness's cloak!

She had always known that His Highness treated the young lady differently, but the young lady had always resisted him. This time, however, she accepted his feelings. Did this mean…?

Has the young lady and His Highness finally taken a step forward in their relationship?