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

It felt as if some eyes were watching me from the shadows.

That gaze was neither the coldness of an assassin nor the sharpness of a well-trained guard.

There was no hostility, but it didn't make him feel particularly kind either.

Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang also sensed the gaze. Just as the two were investigating, a person suddenly emerged from the woods.

Judging from her brightly colored clothes, the jeweled hairpins, and the rich fragrance of cosmetics, she must be a woman.

Before they could even see the person clearly, they heard a sweet, coquettish voice.

"The Eighth Prince!"

The person was practically lunging at Luo Qianmo. Just as she was about to pounce on him like a pheasant, he suddenly took a step back, and then saw the person fall heavily to the ground.

"Boom-"

"Ouch—" Fang Qingrong saw an opportunity and thought Luo Qianmo would catch her, but she didn't expect him to suddenly dodge, causing her to fall heavily to the ground.

The fall was so painful that she cried.

Her face, shoulders, hands, and legs slammed heavily against the ground. The burning pain combined with the icy coldness of the ground made it feel like she was going to die.

"Eighth Prince..." Fang Qingrong was about to get up with a look of utter despair. It is said that there is no cat in the world that does not eat fish, so why does Luo Qianmo see her but not accept her embrace?

As she looked at Luo Qianmo with accusation, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, a chill that was not like the coolness of air, but carried a cold, eerie feeling.

The icy touch against her neck made her feel a chill creep up from her feet.

Fang Qingrong sensed something was wrong, turned her head slightly, and saw two gleaming knives pressed against her neck.

She couldn't even see Luo Qianmo's figure, because the two tall and cold figures of Xuan Zhu and Xuan Huang had completely blocked her view.

"Who is this?" The little eunuch beside the emperor was startled. How could such a terrible thing happen after walking a short distance?

"Who are you, daring to plot against the Eighth Prince!" Xuan Zhu had already recognized Fang Qingrong, but pretended not to know and said coldly.

He was not surprised at all by this situation; over the years, countless women had taken the initiative to throw themselves into the arms of his prince.

Fang Qingrong should be grateful that she was Fang's nominal older sister; otherwise, she would have already been killed by now.

"I...I am Miss Fang the Third. I have no ill intentions. I just want to talk to the Eighth Prince." Fang Qingrong was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly explained.

"Say what you have to say quickly," Xuan Zhu said coldly.

Xuanhuang looked disgusted; he couldn't understand how Fang Qingyou could have a sister like Fang Qingrong.

"I...I want to speak with the Eighth Prince alone." Seeing that Xuan Zhu was only cold and had not caused her any real harm, Fang Qingrong mustered her courage and said.

Her sole purpose in attending the banquet was to meet Luo Qianmo.

You have to understand that Luo Qianmo is no ordinary person. If she wants to get him, she has to be bold and snatch him away. Otherwise, how can she possibly have wealth and honor?

The young eunuch's eyes darted around, and he immediately understood.

Xuan Zhu's face instantly darkened. He had only asked the question out of respect for Fang Qingyou, but he hadn't expected Fang Qingrong to be so shameless and push her luck.

Just as he was about to coldly dismiss Fang Qingrong, he heard a soft voice behind him: "Miss Fang, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Xuan Zhu was somewhat surprised and stepped aside to make way for him.

Then, Luo Qianmo's figure appeared on the spot, with a very faint smile on his face.

Upon seeing Luo Qianmo, a look of surprise quickly flashed across Fang Qingrong's face. The Eighth Prince was actually willing to talk to her; it seemed she had a chance!

Xuan Zhu's lips curled slightly. Whenever His Highness showed this expression, it meant someone was about to suffer.

Clearly, this person is Fang Qingrong.

It was truly her good fortune to receive personal assistance from His Highness.

He believed that everything Fang Qingrong experienced today would become a nightmare she could never forget.

"Eighth Prince, I, I..."

Just as Fang Qingrong was about to pour out her heart to Luo Qianmo, the smile on her face suddenly froze, because she watched as Luo Qianmo took the chilling knife from Xuan Zhu's hand and slowly brought it down on her face.

The coldness of the swords against her skin traveled all the way to her heart. She could even feel the pain of the blades cutting across her skin, which terrified Fang Qingrong so much that she instantly turned pale.

"Eighth, the Eighth Prince."

If Xuan Zhu was just trying to scare her, then Luo Qianmo's expression at this moment looked extremely serious, and this seriousness made her feel that he was really serious.

"Miss Fang, what do you want to say to me?" Luo Qianmo asked in a calm voice, but a smile played on his lips.

Despite his seemingly harmless expression, the knife in his hand moved slowly and deliberately across Fang Qingrong's face, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary object, not a deadly blade.

The icy touch of the blade against her skin sent shivers down Fang Qingrong's spine.

Her body wanted to tremble uncontrollably, but she dared not tremble, fearing that if she did, the knife tip would pierce her throat and leave her dead on the spot.

She was terrified and couldn't possibly say anything. At this moment, Luo Qianmo no longer had any image of a prince in her eyes, but was simply like a deadly demon.

She could no longer harbor any romantic feelings for Luo Qianmo.

Not to mention Fang Qingrong, even the little eunuch on the side felt a chill on his neck, as if his head and neck were about to separate at any moment.

"Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince, spare me, spare me!"

"Spare my life?" Luo Qianmo looked puzzled. "Miss Fang, didn't you have something to say to me? Why are you asking me to spare your life? Just say what you have to say, I'm listening."

The knife in his hand slowly and deliberately sliced ​​across Fang Qingrong's face before settling on her neck.

Seeing that Fang Qingrong was only trembling but not speaking, he impatiently patted her neck with the knife.

"Miss Fang, why aren't you saying anything?"

Fang Qingrong's expression was one of extreme terror. She could feel the sharpness of the knife tip cutting through her throat. Only at this moment did she realize how terrifying Luo Qianmo was.

Rumors say that the Eighth Prince is ruthless and heartless, but she didn't believe it and insisted on trying. Now that she's tried, is she going to lose her life here?

"Eighth Prince, please spare me! I have nothing to say. I... I just got lost. Please, Eighth Prince, let me go."

"Let her go?" Luo Qianmo sneered, seemingly patting Fang Qingrong's face lightly with the knife in his hand. "Miss Fang, do you really have nothing to say?"