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

Although he liked her the way she was, he really didn't want to be watched by so many people.

Therefore, he wanted to take Fang Qingyou with him and leave this place immediately.

However, once they realized his intention, the crowd surrounded him even more closely, their curiosity overflowing.

In broad daylight, where is this stunningly handsome man going to carry this drunken woman?

Yes, they were quite certain it was a woman; her mustache was crooked to one side. If it wasn't a woman, was it a man?

It's no wonder they have wild imaginations; the situation is just too easy to misunderstand.

Mingyue rushed over and hurriedly bowed to Luo Qianmo, saying, "Your Highness."

The word "Your Highness" left everyone speechless.

Your Highness? Does that mean this man is a prince?

In the crowd, someone quickly recognized Luo Qianmo and hurriedly knelt down: "This humble subject pays respects to the Eighth Prince!"

The words "Eighth Prince" sent shivers down everyone's spines.

No wonder this man is so handsome; he is none other than the legendary Eighth Prince, the most handsome man in the world!

Upon realizing what was happening, he hurriedly knelt down and said, "This humble subject pays respects to the Eighth Prince!"

At this point, no one dared to block his way anymore, and they all made way for him.

Luo Qianmo didn't even glance at the others before turning to leave.

The woman in his arms kept pounding her fists on his chest: "Bastard, let me go, let me go..."

However, being drunk, her fists were limp, her voice was weak, and her delicate red lips were pouting, making it seem as if she was flirting with Luo Qianmo.

This gesture stirred a flutter in Luo Qianmo's heart, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Just then, the restaurant manager chased after him, crying, "Young master, my bill for the drinks!"

The shopkeeper was in a hurry to get Mingyue to pay, and didn't notice anything amiss outside.

By the time he realized what was happening, Luo Qianmo had already swept a cold glance over him, which made him tremble violently. Seeing the crowd kneeling on the ground, his knees went weak, and he dared not say anything more.

At this point, Luo Qianmo strode out with his long legs.

The shopkeeper, with a bitter face, thought that his wine money had been forfeited, but then he saw a silver ingot suddenly fall from the sky and land straight down on him.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly reached out to catch it. The silver ingot hit his hand and hurt him, but he didn't care about the pain. He immediately covered the silver ingot with both hands and looked around to see if anyone had seen him pick up the silver ingot.

Soon, they found Xuanhuang's figure. Upon seeing that he was Luo Qianmo's subordinate, they quickly smiled.

This is his money for drinks!

Seeing this, Xuanhuang said nothing more and turned to follow Luo Qianmo.

Mingyue followed unconsciously, then suddenly realized that Hongping and She Yuyan were still in the restaurant.

With She Yuyan so drunk, I'm afraid Hongping alone wouldn't be able to take care of her.

So he quickly caught up with Luo Qianmo and whispered, "Your Highness, Miss She is also at the restaurant."

Luo Qianmo stopped abruptly, his voice indifferent: "Drunk too?"

Mingyue sensed Luo Qianmo's slight anger and gave a soft "hmm".

Luo Qianmo's expression darkened again. These young women, one after another, are all a handful.

"You stay."

After saying that, Luo Qianmo walked away again.

Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief; she was worried that Luo Qianmo would abandon She Yuyan.

She thought to herself that it was fortunate that Miss She and the young lady had a good relationship; if this had happened to anyone else, His Highness would probably have ignored it.

She wasn't worried about Fang Qingyou. Given how much His Highness cared for the young lady, he would definitely take good care of her, perhaps even better than she had.

After taking one last look at Luo Qianmo's retreating figure, he turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Mingyue was unaware that even if it weren't for Fang Qingyou, Luo Qianmo would definitely not have ignored She Yuyan.

For as long as Luo Qianmo carried Fang Qingyou, he was watched. After they passed the restaurant, no one knew his identity, and the people looking at him became less wary.

They stared at him and Fang Qingyou, then gave him a look that suggested he wanted to do something indecent to her.

Some were shocked, some were disdainful, some were shy, and some were envious...

Luo Qianmo's face darkened so much under those gazes that it looked like water could drip from it.

Xuanhuang coughed coldly and drew his sword, which startled everyone so that they dared not look at him so directly.

However, even after they walked away, he could still feel their gazes fixed on him.

Normally, a single cold glance from him would have been enough to intimidate these people.

But now he was holding Fang Qingyou in his arms, and this drunken little woman was not at all still, so he had to focus most of his attention on her, afraid that he would drop her if he wasn't careful.

Moreover, for some reason, seeing her pouting, even though I knew she was unhappy, I found her exceptionally cute, which softened my heart and made it impossible for me to get angry or show any coldness in my eyes.

Only after he carried Fang Qingyou onto the carriage, thus shielding her from those gazes, did Luo Qianmo's expression gradually soften.

Xuanhuang sat on the outer carriage shaft and asked, "Your Highness, where are we going?"

"A separate courtyard." A detached voice came from inside the carriage.

"Yes." Xuanhuang responded and immediately drove to Luo Qianmo's villa.

Although His Highness has more than one villa, there is only one villa that is officially recognized; the others cannot be called villas.

The carriage sped past, and everyone wished they could see through it so they could see what was happening inside.

Even after the carriage had left, the gossip in everyone's eyes showed no sign of being extinguished.

"Who is that man? How can he be hugging a woman in broad daylight? That's very impolite!"

"Yes, the world is going to the dogs. Can't you see? That woman seems to be drunk."

"He was definitely drunk; his face was as red as fire, and he reeked of alcohol."

"I wonder whose daughter that is. She's going to suffer a lot," an older woman sighed regretfully.

"Yes, look how well that man is dressed, he must be a rich man's son. I wonder if he'll let this girl into his family in the future?" Another middle-aged woman sighed deeply.

"Keep your voices down, you two. I think that young master is either extremely rich or powerful. Be careful not to get yourself into trouble..."

Immediately, everyone shut their mouths and dared not say anything more.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, but a figure that had been standing quietly not far away suddenly swayed.