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

"You'er, I went to see your mother today. She's doing very well; she's eating and sleeping well."

"Yes, Mother's condition is indeed quite good," Fang Qingyou responded, and continued drinking her tea.

Fang Xing'an was furious. He had finally found a topic to talk about, but she only responded briefly before going back to drinking tea.

She must be so thirsty, it's like she's never had tea before.

Fang Qingyou wanted to say that she had indeed never drunk this tea before.

This tea was just given to her by Luo Qianmo today; he said it was a unique tea from a western country.

This tea has a very fragrant aroma, but it's not like the usual fragrant tea. The taste is somewhat like the sweetness of fruit.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time she had ever seen tea like this.

Fang Xing'an waited for half a day, picking up and putting down his teacup countless times.

He was naturally not in the mood for tea; he had important business to discuss with Fang Qingyou!

Finally, after waiting until Fang Xing'an was almost yawning, he found a topic to talk about again.

"You'er, did you go to see the Eighth Prince today?"

"Yes, I went to the Eighth Prince's residence this afternoon."

"What brings you to the Eighth Prince?"

"No, I did see him."

Fang Xing'an was furious. As a father, he was extremely anxious. Fang Qingyou had gone to see the Eighth Prince, but she hadn't mentioned his matter at all.

"Have you heard the Eighth Prince talk about things in the court?"

Fang Qingyou shook her head again: "No. He never talks to me about things in the court. Those are men's matters. Why would he talk to me about them? Besides, the Eighth Prince himself doesn't pay attention to politics. He prefers to enjoy himself."

Fang Xing'an was furious; was he even being given a chance to speak?

When Lord Song was involved in the incident, he clearly saw the Eighth Prince in the Golden Palace. Even if he was not interested in politics, he couldn't have missed a single word of the morning court session, could he?

"You'er, things change a lot in modern times. If you have the chance, you should try to persuade the Eighth Prince."

"What current events? What does Father want me to advise the Eighth Prince on? If it's something he doesn't like, I'm afraid I might not be able to persuade him."

Since Fang Qingyou was bestowed the title of Princess of Ping'an County, Fang Xing'an had thought she was still quite intelligent. But now, the more he looked at her, the dumber she seemed, giving him an urge to pry open her head and see what she was concerned about.

Seeing Fang Xing'an suddenly become furious, Fang Qingyou looked at him in confusion: "Father, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Xing'an pressed his throbbing temples, barely managing to suppress his barely contained anger: "You'er, Father is feeling quite unwell, so I'll be leaving now."

Although he managed to hold back his anger, his tone was clearly cold and hard.

After saying that, he got up and walked away angrily.

He was afraid that if he didn't leave soon, he would really lose his temper. Given the current situation, he couldn't afford to break up with Fang Qingyou.

However, after taking a few steps, Fang Qingyou's voice suddenly rang out behind him: "Father, next time I go to see the Eighth Prince, I will try my best to persuade him."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xing'an almost stopped to tell her his story, but seeing that he had already stepped one foot over the threshold, he had no choice but to hold back.

He only gave a nonchalant "hmm" before leaving with mixed feelings.

He was both surprised and depressed. He was surprised that Fang Qingyou was finally willing to talk to Luo Qianmo about those political matters, so that the Eighth Prince would be willing to help him. He was depressed because he could not get a definite answer.

This left him with a lingering sense of unease, unable to relax.

Fang Xing'an was unaware that Fang Qingyou had done this on purpose.

She deliberately made him misunderstand her words, deliberately gave him a glimmer of hope but not yet saw any hope, just to keep him hanging on like this.

On the fourteenth, Fang Xing'an had just finished the morning court session and returned to his residence when he immediately went to find Fang Qingyou.

His face looked even more haggard and anxious than yesterday.

Because, during this morning's court session, some more evidence against Lord Song was found.

If this continues, within a few days, Lord Song's crimes will be confirmed.

I wonder if the Emperor's men will follow the trail and find him?

Fang Qingyou pretended not to know anything, but Fang Xing'an was so eager to get her help that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell her about Lord Song's matter.

Upon hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Father, seeing you so worried, I thought something had happened. Lord Song is just your subordinate. Although you have some dealings with each other, his mistakes cannot be attributed to you, Father, and the Emperor's anger cannot affect you either, so please rest assured, Father."

These words don't sound like they're meant to comfort someone at all.

Anyway, Fang Xing'an became even more nervous after hearing this.

He almost blurted out some of his dealings with Lord Song, but at the crucial moment he quickly changed his tune: "You'er, you don't know this, but Lord Song was someone I personally promoted back then. If I had known earlier that he was so audacious and lawless, I would never have promoted him!"

Fang Qingyou smiled coldly to herself. Like father, like son. Fang Xing'an and this Lord Song are birds of a feather. Now that trouble has struck, they're pretending to be high-minded. Isn't it too late?

I'm afraid that if he hadn't seen through Lord Song's true nature back then, he really wouldn't have promoted him.

On the surface, he comforted his father, saying, "Father, as the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not their heart. How could you have imagined that Lord Song would be such a person?"

"That's what I say, but I don't know if His Majesty will believe me."

“My father was selfless and devoted to the people. He made significant contributions to the country in flood control and disaster relief. How could the Emperor possibly doubt an official like you?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Xing'an nodded in agreement; he was quite pleased to hear these words.

But when he thought of what he had done with Lord Song, this sense of pride was fleeting.

“You’er, although your father is an honest official, he still has some dealings with Lord Song. I believe the Emperor trusts me, but I’m afraid that some gossip might reach his ears. After all, not everyone is as wise and rational as the Emperor.”

"Indeed." Fang Qingyou nodded. "Then, Father, what are your plans? Do you intend to express your loyalty to the Emperor?"

If Fang Xing'an really hadn't done those things, he might have dared to, but how could he, with a guilty conscience, dare to face Emperor Mingde directly?

These past few days, when he went to court, he wished he could hide in a crack in the ground.

I tremble with fear whenever a colleague mentions my name.

"His Majesty is busy with many affairs of state. How could I disturb him because of my own selfish desires?"

Fang Qingyou almost vomited. He was clearly a corrupt and incompetent official, yet he put on such a haughty face. It was truly disgusting.