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

Luo Qianmo stared into Emperor Mingde's eyes for a long time without speaking, but the first sentence he uttered made Emperor Mingde freeze instantly.

"Father, if the first woman you met back then was Mother, would you still have wanted other women?"

Who is this imperial concubine?

Emperor Mingde knew very well that it was Consort Wei, Luo Qianmo's birth mother.

Instantly, an image of a stunningly beautiful woman with gorgeous purple eyes appeared in my mind.

Her eyes shimmered with light, like the most beautiful jewels.

She was pure and ethereal, like a fairy, untouched by the dust of the world.

There is a beautiful woman, with a charming smile; this describes a beauty like Consort Wei.

Her beauty is rare in this world, almost making the world lose its color.

More than ten years have passed, but he still remembers Wei Fei's appearance. Her every smile and frown is as deeply imprinted in his heart.

Whenever I think of it, it's as clear as yesterday, vivid and clear.

Emperor Mingde didn't know how to answer Luo Qianmo. Before meeting Consort Wei, he had many women, but after meeting Consort Wei, no other woman could catch his eye.

If the first woman he met back then was Consort Wei, he probably wouldn't have given another glance to any other woman.

But how could he say this to Luo Qianmo?

If he says that, wouldn't he have a reasonable excuse to marry only Fang Qingyou?

At the same time, Emperor Mingde was also shocked. He never expected that Luo Qianmo's feelings for Fang Qingyou were as deep as his feelings for Consort Wei.

This was the first time Luo Qianmo had mentioned Consort Wei in front of Emperor Mingde since he had closed his heart.

Whenever he thinks of Empress Qin, who was deeply favored by the emperor and caused his mother's death, while Emperor Mingde couldn't see her true colors, his hatred for Emperor Mingde would deepen.

If it weren't for Fang Qingyou, he might never have talked about his mother with Emperor Mingde again.

He doesn't deserve it!

"Mo'er, you're still young. You'll meet many women in your life. Perhaps then you'll discover that Fang Qingyou..."

She was just an ordinary woman.

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo's expression suddenly turned cold.

That coldness was just like his indifference when facing Emperor Mingde, even a few degrees colder.

Luo Qianmo stared coldly at Emperor Mingde, his tone indifferent, as if he were just an insignificant person.

"I have said that I will only have Fang Qingyou as my woman in this life. Emperor Mingde, I am not asking for your opinion, but telling you that I will only marry Fang Qingyou. As for whether you agree or not, I do not care at all, and it will absolutely not affect my decision."

Luo Qianmo's voice was indifferent, and his gaze was cold, as if he had frozen Emperor Mingde's heart.

Emperor Mingde, he didn't even want to call him "Father" anymore.

He had always known that his son disliked him, and the death of Consort Wei was a knot in their hearts.

Over the years, he had almost forgotten how close Luo Qianmo was to him when they were children.

Before, she could still accept his indifference, but this time, his nonchalant gaze really hurt her.

He would rather Luo Qianmo hate him than treat him as an insignificant stranger.

Hate, at least, is still rooted in emotion, but hatred is rooted in strangers…

Emperor Mingde felt as if his heart had shattered into pieces in that instant, but Luo Qianmo turned around indifferently and left indifferently, as if Emperor Mingde no longer existed in his eyes.

"Mo'er..." Emperor Mingde wanted to call out to Luo Qianmo, but he felt that his voice was as light as snowflakes, drifting away in the cold winter wind, and would soon disappear.

Luo Qianmo walked out of the Yuan residence's main hall with an icy expression. Seeing his expression, Xuan Zhu, Xuan Huang, and even the eunuchs guarding the door couldn't help but tremble.

Anyone could see that the Eighth Prince was in a very bad mood, worse than they had ever seen before.

Luo Qianmo waved his sleeve, and Xuan Zhu and Xuan Huang immediately followed.

The eunuchs who were still standing there, and even Eunuch Luo, hesitated, wondering whether they should go into the hall immediately.

Luo Qianmo was in a bad mood, and I'm afraid the Emperor wasn't in a much better mood either.

After Luo Qianhao entered the palace, he told Empress Qin about what happened at the Yuan family banquet that day. Empress Qin's face turned so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

"The Emperor actually intends to betroth Yuan Yanran to Luo Qianmo?!"

Empress Qin was furious. Yuan Yanran was practically the standard template for an empress in the eyes of the world: gentle and dignified, knowledgeable and reasonable, erudite, and from a prominent family...

No matter which aspect is taken out, it is absolutely the virtue that an empress should have, not to mention that so many advantages are all concentrated in one person.

For many years, Empress Qin had been looking for a suitable wife for Luo Qianhao. She had many candidates in mind, but she had never made up her mind. After learning that Yuan Yanran had returned, she thought that Miss Yuan was the most suitable candidate.

These past few days, she had intended to summon Yuan Yanran to the palace, but on the very day Yuan Yanran returned, the Yuan family declined all visits, invitations, and notices, citing her long journey as the reason.

Moreover, she had been busy with Lord Ma and Lord Song's affairs these past few days, and unexpectedly, this delay made her late.

"Mother, Father is too biased. Luo Qianmo and I are both Father's sons, and I am the eldest son. My household has not had a principal wife for many years. Why does Father only think of Luo Qianmo?" Luo Qianhao has suffered the blows of losing power and losing love in the past few days, and he is increasingly indignant.

His voice was so loud it was like a roar, echoing throughout the Derong Palace. Empress Qin was so frightened that she quickly covered his mouth and shook her head at him.

She only let go of him when she saw a sliver of reason return to Luo Qianhao's eyes.

"Mo'er, Yuan Yanran is still unmarried. If you put in more effort these days, once you win her heart, nothing else will be yours."

"Mother, I want to do the same, but..." Recalling Yuan Yanran's cold attitude this afternoon, Luo Qianhao didn't feel very confident.

But he was unwilling to say this. He was a prince, yet he couldn't even handle a woman. Wouldn't people laugh at him if he said it?

Even if that person were his mother, he wouldn't agree.

Therefore, he found a seemingly reasonable reason for his failure.

“Yuan Yanran is very arrogant; she thinks there are too many women in my household.”

"Yuan Yanran is well-read, renowned for her talent, and a rare beauty. How could such a woman not be proud? But Hao'er, you must also know that once such a woman falls for someone, she is devoted and unwavering." Empress Qin patted Luo Qianhao's hand, a cold, ruthless glint in her eyes: "Hao'er, you know what to do."