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

She put on a pitiful appearance, hoping that Luo Qianmo would put in a good word for her and ask him to speak well of her in front of Emperor Mingde.

Fang Xing'an knew very well what he had done, but he thought that given how much Emperor Mingde doted on Luo Qianmo, as long as Luo Qianmo said a good word about him, Emperor Mingde would not pursue the matter even if he knew that he had done some wrong things.

He survived that ordeal.

In his heart, he felt that this might be more reliable, which is why he shamelessly came to Fang Qingyou many times.

As for the Zhou family, he wasn't really sure they could do that; it was just giving him another option.

“Father, I understand these things. I will ask the Eighth Prince about them.”

Fang Xing'an finally breathed a slight sigh of relief after hearing Fang Qingyou agree.

If he could hear her inner monologue, he'd probably have a complete breakdown.

Fang Qingyou thought that she had promised to talk to Luo Qianmo about these things, but she had not promised to plead for Fang Xing'an.

After Fang Xing'an left, Fang Qingyou got busy.

She's been busy these past few days. Tomorrow is the fifteenth, which is when Wu Sha will fall ill again. She needs to prepare for his treatment as soon as possible.

Having not properly treated Wu Sha for three months, she prepared ample medicine and other remedies this time.

However, with the addition of Mingyue and Yuefei, keeping it a secret seems quite difficult.

In the afternoon, Fang Qingyou used the excuse of visiting the She family to...

After arriving at the She residence, she deliberately sent Mingyue and Yuefei away, and then secretly ran away.

After leaving the She residence, he secretly changed his appearance and went to the Bamboo Pavilion.

Nothing happened that night, and it wasn't until the fifteenth night that Fang Qingyou finally saw Wu Sha.

He still wore that dark black robe, that same ghostly blue mask, and remained as arrogant and domineering as ever.

Although I knew there was no harm in killing him, I felt less guilty when I actually saw him appear in front of me.

"Young Master Wu, I am truly sorry that I have been unable to personally treat your health these past few months."

"Young Master Fang, there's no need to blame yourself like this. It's me who's overwhelmed with problems."

Wu Sha's attitude seemed a bit milder than before, and for some reason, Fang Qingyou felt that he seemed to have changed.

I feel like he's become familiar to me.

It wasn't just because I met him one more time.

The feeling was as if she knew him, not the kind of acquaintance that comes from meeting each other, but the kind of genuine acquaintance where you know me and I know you.

Fang Qingyou wanted to scrutinize Wu Sha's expression to see if she really knew him, or if the face beneath the mask was indeed one she had seen before.

However, Wu Sha just happened to turn his body to the side, plunging him into the shadows.

He chose the perfect angle; the room was brightly lit by candlelight, but his face and expression were obscured.

Left with no other choice, Fang Qingyou had to give up on the idea.

She should have understood that Wu Sha wore a mask to see her because he didn't want her to see his true face, and she shouldn't have been so curious.

Besides, she herself used a false identity to meet him.

In the shadows, Wu Sha was extremely nervous.

These past few days, he had been longing to see Fang Qingyou, so his mood was dominated by this emotion. As a result, when he met her as Wu Sha, he couldn't help but show some anticipation and affection.

This emotion was something Wu Sha shouldn't have shown to her.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stopped Fang Qingyou from investigating him before she even realized his identity.

She probably didn't recognize him.

"Young Master Wu, let me check your pulse first." Fang Qingyou composed herself and began to get down to business.

Wu Sha didn't speak, but silently extended his wrist.

Upon investigation, Fang Qingyou noticed something was amiss.

In just three months, Wu Sha's pulse seemed to have undergone a slight change, and the power within his body seemed to have become more vigorous.

Has he recently mastered some martial arts technique, or has he acquired some new elixir?

Moreover, why is there a medicinal force flowing through his body today?

After examining her pulse several times, Fang Qingyou voiced her doubts.

Ke Wusha's response was only two words: "No."

She felt that Wu Sha was hiding something from her about her true physical condition. Was it because he knew she was hiding her identity that he suddenly became wary of her, or was it just a simple concealment?

Regardless of the situation, it was clear that Wu Sha did not want to explain further and had handed his body over to her completely.

Therefore, she should just focus on being a good doctor.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou began preparing medicine to treat Wu Sha again.

This time, his condition differed somewhat from her prediction, necessitating a slight change in treatment.

Once engrossed in her work, Fang Qingyou's attention was completely diverted from Wu Sha.

Beneath Wu Sha's calm exterior, his heart was pounding in his chest.

He felt guilty.

Previously, both Songmao and Xuanzhu had examined his pulse, and the two master and disciple agreed that Wusha's pulse pattern was becoming more and more similar to Luo Qianmo's pulse pattern.

In that case, Fang Qingyou might be able to see through his true identity.

Therefore, before meeting Fang Qingyou, he not only used drugs to change the texture of his skin on his wrists, but also drugs to change the pattern of his pulse.

Although both Matsushige and Genju had been against it, as it might worsen his suffering when the poison took effect.

For him, what he feared most was not the excruciating pain of the poison taking effect, but Fang Qingyou's misunderstanding.

He did hide something from her, but now is really not the time to tell her the truth.

He hoped that everything would proceed exactly as he planned without any deviation.

Fang Qingyou couldn't see into Wu Sha's heart. When she finished her work, she turned her head and met his deep, dark eyes.

At first, she was taken aback. Although the eyes gave her a different feeling, their delicate contours and beautiful shape made her feel that she must have seen them somewhere before.

With those eyes already imprinted in her mind, for a moment, she almost thought the person standing opposite her wasn't Wu Sha, but him.

However, it's impossible to connect Wu Sha and Luo Qianmo.

This wasn't the first time she'd had this illusion, nor was it the first time she'd convinced herself otherwise.

Every time, she felt it was impossible.

Although both of them are arrogant and domineering at heart, they are clearly two different kinds of people.

One is aloof and noble, the emperor's most favored eighth prince; the other is unrestrained and a top-notch martial arts master with a strong sense of chivalry.

If she were to actually believe that the two people were the same person, she might feel like her world was collapsing.