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

His narrow, sharp eyebrows suddenly shot up, and he quickly dropped the knife in his hand, his figure moving swiftly and far away like the wind.

The little eunuch felt as if a gust of wind had swept past him, but his attention was quickly drawn to Fang Qingrong's scream.

The cold blade sliced ​​across Fang Qingrong's face, severing a strand of hair as thick as a thumb before it fell to the ground.

"Clang—ah—" Accompanied by the sound of the knife hitting the ground, Fang Qingrong's scream pierced the sky.

Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang exchanged a glance, both revealing disdain in their eyes.

Miss Fang has such audacity, she even dares to seduce His Highness?

The young eunuch covered his nose in disgust and shooed her away: "Miss Fang, if you have nothing else to do, you'd better leave quickly!"

"Miss Fang, our prince has already left. If you still wish to find him, you are welcome to come again next time!"

Xuan Zhu leaned down slightly, smiled, and looked into Fang Qingrong's eyes, kindly reminding her before slowly picking up the knife that had fallen to the ground and leaving with Xuan Huang.

As soon as the two left, the little eunuch also hurriedly hopped away, as if trying to avoid something filthy.

The sharp blade slashed Fang Qingrong's face, leaving a finger-length gash. Blood gushed out, but she felt no pain, for all she felt was terror.

She couldn't speak or move; all she could feel was immense terror, like a monstrous wave threatening to engulf her.

In her vision, Xuan Zhu's face seemed to transform into Luo Qianmo's smiling yet terrifyingly devilish face, causing her to scream incessantly, "Ah! Ah! Ah—"

Once he was out of sight, Xuan Zhu looked at the knife in his hand, and a look of undisguised disgust appeared in his eyes. He had gotten the knife all dirty.

Luo Qianmo stood at a distance, and even though Fang Qingrong was just a blurry dot in his eyes, he still frowned deeply, as if he had seen something extremely filthy, his eyes filled with disgust.

That filthy woman, Fang Qingrong, actually dared to run into us without knowing her own mortality.

Next time, she wasn't so lucky.

As Xuanzhu, Xuanhuang, and the little eunuch approached, Luo Qianmo suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

Turning my head, I could only vaguely see two figures standing there.

One is plain silver, and the other is red.

The disgust in his eyes vanished in that instant, replaced by a gentle tenderness.

Even if he couldn't see the person's face, he knew that the person must be that little woman, his Youyou.

"Your Highness!"

When Xuanzhu and Xuanhuang arrived, they could hardly believe their eyes. After what had just happened, their prince was still smiling.

It wasn't until they followed Luo Qianmo's gaze and vaguely saw a simple, elegant figure in the distance that they suddenly understood.

It turns out that his prince wasn't unangry, but rather he saw Miss Fang.

They should have realized long ago that only Miss Fang had the ability to turn their prince's anger into a gentle touch.

"Eighth Prince, are you... are you alright?" the little eunuch asked cautiously. He was originally going to take the Eighth Prince to see the Emperor, but who would have thought that Fang Qingrong would be so reckless as to pounce on him, not only offending the Eighth Prince's eyes but also doing such a disgusting thing.

Luo Qianmo glanced at the little eunuch indifferently: "This is the last time. Lead the way."

"Yes, yes, Eighth Prince." The little eunuch nodded hurriedly as if he had been granted a pardon, thinking to himself that next time he must take a good look at the environment along the way, and this kind of thing must never happen again.

On the other side, watching Luo Qianmo and the others set off again, She Yuyan asked gossipily, "Qingyou, what do you think of Fang Qingrong now?"

Fang Qingyou didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. She had heard Fang Qingrong's pig-like screams from such a distance.

"Qingyou, I don't know where Fang Qingrong got the guts to actually go and confront the Eighth Prince. I'm afraid she'll be half dead if she doesn't die this time."

Fang Qingyou suddenly turned around and glanced at She Yuyan. Why did she feel that She Yuyan seemed to be very familiar with Luo Qianmo?

The others only knew about Luo Qianmo from rumors, but She Yuyan's words seemed to indicate that she knew the real Luo Qianmo very well.

Noticing the probing look in Fang Qingyou's eyes, She Yuyan inwardly cried out in alarm. She had almost let Fang Qingyou see through her.

Her eyes darted around and she saw Fang Qingrong being carried towards them by several maids. She quickly said, "Qingyou, look, Fang Qingrong is coming!"

Fang Qingyou glanced in that direction and saw Fang Qingrong being carried on the back of a maid, her head resting on the maid's shoulder. The jewels that used to adorn her head were nowhere to be seen, and her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

Two people were supporting her body from behind, as if afraid she would suddenly fall.

Fang Qingrong seemed oblivious to her surroundings, while the three maids all wore expressions of disgust and reluctance.

Fang Qingyou vaguely guessed Fang Qingrong's situation. She has never been very brave, and now she was probably paralyzed with fear by Luo Qianmo.

When the maids saw Fang Qingyou, they were as if they had seen a savior: "Princess, Princess, please take a look at the Third Miss."

Fang Qingyou never expected that Fang Qingrong's face was injured; the wound appeared to be a knife wound.

However, she quickly came to terms with it. Fang Qingrong was so scared that she wet herself. Given Luo Qianmo's obsessive-compulsive nature, it was already a miracle that he didn't have her thrown away.

"Oh, what happened to Third Sister? Quickly take Third Sister to Aunt Zhang and see if she has any medicine on her. Give it to Third Sister." Fang Qingyou's eyes showed a hint of worry, but she pushed Fang Qingrong away.

She naturally had wound medicine on her, which could stop bleeding immediately and leave no scars, but she would not give this medicine to Fang Qingrong.

If Fang Qingrong had only been injured accidentally, she might have considered it, but if she was injured because she was trying to throw herself into Luo Qianmo's arms, then she was sorry.

She was already being quite lenient by not kicking Fang Qingrong in the face a few more times.

The maids, who thought they were finally free, had no choice but to take Fang Qingrong back to Zhang Shi upon hearing this.

After the group left, She Yuyan covered her nose in disgust: "Qingyou, Fang Qingrong is so disgusting."

The smell emanating from Fang Qingrong just now was so disgusting that she almost threw up.

Fang Qingyou smiled, knowing that today's experience would surely become Fang Qingrong's nightmare. Next time, even if she were beaten to death, she probably wouldn't dare to provoke Luo Qianmo again.

Luo Qianmo's performance today was quite satisfactory.

Whether it's the national flower with its unparalleled beauty or the wildflowers by the roadside that stir the heart in spring, he can indeed ignore them all if they're placed in front of him.