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

Today was truly a hectic day. I rushed back to Yunjing City this morning, barely had time to catch my breath before entering the palace. Then I had to report the situation to the Emperor and receive the rewards. After that, I returned to the Fang residence and had various social engagements.

Now, as it was getting dark, she finally had some free time.

However, Fang Qingyou forced herself to stay awake and prepared gifts for She Yuyan and Gu Yuxin.

During the time she was away from Yunjing City, they often came to visit Ren Shi, and this kindness truly warmed her heart.

They are the people who are truly worth befriending.

Most people, knowing she went to the south, assumed she would perish there and wondered why she would do anything for them. Only those who truly care about her will never distance themselves from her, no matter what.

Fang Qingyou plans to visit the She family tomorrow to pay her respects to She Ruifeng and She Yuyan.

It couldn't be any later, because if it were any later, given Yu Yan's personality, she would probably come to see her first.

As for Gu Yuxin, Fang Qingyou only planned to have someone send the gift over and write a letter of thanks.

Actually, she really wanted to see Gu Yuxin, but the thought that she might run into Gu Jinyi when she saw her made her unwilling to go.

Although she no longer feels the same joy when she thinks of him now, she still feels guilty whenever she thinks of his lonely and desolate figure when she last saw him.

I always felt that I was so hateful, simply unforgivable.

But she had no other option but to stay away from Gu Jinyi.

She once dared not approach him for fear of implicating him.

But now, she is someone else's girlfriend and can no longer get close to him.

Otherwise, given Luo Qianmo's personality, he would probably regard Gu Jinyi as an irreconcilable enemy.

There was just one step between her and Gu Jinyi, but that one step seemed to prevent them from ever getting closer to each other again.

As I pondered this, a sense of melancholy arose in my heart.

Fang Qingyou shook her head, trying to clear her mind of these thoughts and calm herself down before continuing with her work.

At the same time, in another courtyard of the Fang residence.

The bright candlelight flickered continuously, seemingly reflecting the turbulent thoughts of the people inside.

Fang Qingwei sat at the table, in front of her was a pot of vibrant green chrysanthemums. The petals were unfolding one by one, and the petals were translucent, looking as if they were carved from exquisite jade.

It is now the winter month, and chrysanthemums are extremely rare to see at this time of year.

Such a beautiful flower would be cherished by others, but Fang Qingwei's eyes held a sharp and ruthless glint.

She stared at the pot of chrysanthemums for a long time, her eyes growing increasingly dark.

Suddenly, her slender, fair fingers grabbed a few petals, applying increasing pressure until the delicate petals were crushed into a pulp.

Then it grabbed a few more petals and crushed them into a pulp...

After repeating this several times, Fang Qingwei's movements became increasingly forceful. At first, she still maintained some rationality, but then she plucked the flowers off the branches one by one, crushed them with her fingers, and then threw them away violently.

In the end, she tried to uproot the chrysanthemum, but failed several times. Frustrated, she simply pulled up the flowerpot and threw it away forcefully.

"Bang—" The flowerpot shattered, shards of porcelain littered the ground, and soil scattered everywhere. But the chrysanthemum still grew in that pile of soil, its roots not exposed, and the plant stood tall and strong, looking remarkably resilient.

Seeing the flowers so out of control, Fang Qingwei's anger flared up instantly.

"Fang Qingyou, how are you still alive! Fang Qingyou, how are you not dead! Fang Qingyou, you..."

Fang Qingwei suddenly jumped up and stomped on the chrysanthemums.

How come Fang Qingyou, that bitch, is so lucky? How can we get rid of her?

With her exceptional medical skills and expertise in detoxification, it's likely that no poison could possibly be found that could defeat her.

Assassination is a serious matter. Both Mingyue and Yuefei, who are by her side, are skilled in martial arts, especially Yuefei, who is a master among masters. Ordinary people simply cannot do anything to her.

She was cunning and resourceful, but she was also incredibly lucky. Even if she suffered some losses at the beginning, she would eventually be blessed by luck and escape from her predicament.

This won't work, that won't work, leaving me completely at a loss.

Even her mother couldn't do anything to Fang Qingyou, so how could she possibly succeed?

But if I don't get rid of her, every time I see her smug look, I feel like tearing her face to shreds.

Fang Qingwei stomped and stomped without stopping until she had completely crushed the chrysanthemum plant, as if it had been smashed with a mortar and pestle.

Only then did a slight smile appear on her lips.

It seemed that Fang Qingyou was like this chrysanthemum, crushed into pieces and no longer existing.

That smile, paired with Fang Qingwei's beautiful yet fierce face, looked utterly eerie.

That feeling made her seem like a mentally unstable lunatic.

The Eighth Prince's Residence.

Luo Qianmo welcomed a guest he had expected.

This guest was none other than the eldest prince, Luo Qianhao.

In the past, whenever Luo Qianmo had something to do, Luo Qianhao would always be the first person to appear in front of him. Now, he has other purposes in mind, so how could he possibly stay still?

"Eighth Brother, you're finally back!" Upon seeing Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianhao immediately showed an excited expression, as if he hadn't seen his brother for a long time.

However, Luo Qianmo sneered inwardly, because his appearance looked completely fake.

Once, Luo Qianhao's face still held some brotherly affection, but now only falsehood remains.

"Big brother, what brings you here?" Since Luo Qianhao is going to pretend, then I'll play along.

"Eighth Brother, I came to see you as soon as I heard you were back. How have you been these days?" Luo Qianhao asked with concern. Before he finished speaking, he continued, "Eighth Brother, you must have suffered a lot. Look at you, you've lost so much weight in such a short time."

A cold look of surprise flashed across Luo Qianmo's eyes.

Luo Qianhao has always had a hard time controlling his emotions, and it's easy for people to see what he's thinking. But now, is he really able to hold back like this?

Let's see how long Luo Qianhao can keep up this act.

"Really? I didn't think so. I think it's my brother who must be very tired. He looks quite haggard after not seeing him for so many days."

Luo Qianhao's eyes narrowed suddenly. He had indeed been in good spirits these days, especially after the news that the insect plague in the south could be alleviated. He had hardly slept a wink.

These past few days, his plans to eliminate Luo Qianmo have failed time and time again, leaving him even more depressed and unable to sleep.

He couldn't even sleep, how could he not look haggard?