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

Beside a lake that resembles a giant purple gemstone, stood a circle of men and women dressed in palace attire.

These people all had a pair of purple eyes, and each of them was dressed in extraordinary clothes, exuding an air of nobility.

But everyone wore a solemn expression, as if what they were about to do was a matter of utmost importance, a matter of life and death.

Among them, the three of them looked the most nervous.

One of them was clearly Xiaoyaozi, who was showing his true face.

Today, he looked solemn, his face devoid of his usual roguishness and smile. He was tense, his heart pounding in his throat as if it might jump out at any moment.

He couldn't help being nervous because he hadn't told Luo Qianmo everything.

Fang Qingyou is the only candidate to revive the Holy Spring Water, and the Holy Spring Water can indeed save her, but there is another possibility.

That is, Fang Qingyou might disappear or even die as the holy spring water revives.

While others might not know, he was perfectly clear that the mark on Fang Qingyou's left forearm was clearly the mark of the spring's source, which was why she was able to use the spring water even when the spring was still dormant.

Because these matters were uncertain, Xiaoyaozi dared not tell Luo Qianmo.

He was afraid that if Luo Qianmo found out, he would stop all of this, even though they were his people.

Because he knew very well that in Luo Qianmo's heart, Fang Qingyou might be more important than their relatives.

As the carefree prince, he greatly admired his disciple Fang Qingyou and hoped she would inherit his mantle. However, he had to be selfish for once, because behind him were countless clansmen and the nation.

He wanted to do his best to make everything perfect, but all he could do now seemed to be praying that nothing would happen to Fang Qingyou.

The other person was Madam She.

Madam She was a famous beauty in Yunjing City, but here, her beauty seemed to be just one aspect of her charm.

Madam She's beautiful purple eyes were filled with worry, and her pretty brows furrowed involuntarily.

The last person was Luo Qianmo.

The color of his pupils seemed to have changed slightly; his eyes, which were originally dark, now appeared to be turning purple at the outermost edges.

Luo Qianmo's gaze remained fixed on a purple bamboo raft from beginning to end, his eyes gentle as water, yet deep as the sea.

That was the purple orchid bamboo unique to the Purple Chu Kingdom, and a woman dressed in a purple palace dress lay quietly on the exquisite purple orchid bamboo raft.

Quietly, with a faint smile on her lips, she looked gentle and peaceful.

The woman was surrounded by purple flowers, which resembled the elegant and luxurious peony, but with a more alluring and mysterious purple hue.

She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she always gave people a stunning feeling of beauty that seemed otherworldly.

This person was Fang Qingyou.

However, at this moment, probably no one would regard her as a village girl or a concubine's daughter anymore. At this moment, she exudes a noble and elegant aura, which seems to surpass even that of a royal princess.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyou.

Today is the day the sacred spring of the Purple Chu Kingdom is revived, and the key to the success or failure of all this is Fang Qingyou, a woman from another race.

As the ancient and complex chanting gently rang out, Luo Qianmo's gaze remained fixed on Fang Qingyou, but his thoughts drifted far away.

His memory seemed to be pulled back to the past, to the first time he met Fang Qingyou.

At that time, he still wore the disguise of an arrogant prince, while she was a tomboy disguised as a man.

Even though she was about to be arrested, she still couldn't resist secretly touching his thigh with a lovesick expression...

Time flies, and in just a few short months, they have experienced so much, yet it seems like hundreds of years have passed.

The last time, she did it for him, even diverting the poison from Emperor Mingde to herself, leaving her now in a state of uncertainty about her fate.

Now, we can only place our hopes on this sacred spring, hoping it can revitalize her.

Originally, Luo Qianmo didn't understand why he would be so interested in this woman. It was only after learning about the Holy Spring Mark on Fang Qingyou that he realized their fate was already sealed long before they even met.

She possessed the mark of the sacred spring water, while he carried the blood of the Purple Chu Kingdom; their meeting was destined.

An unbreakable bond had already been formed between them.

As the ceremony to revive the sacred spring proceeded, Fang Qingyou was carried atop the sacred spring on a purple bamboo raft.

Just as the purple bamboo raft was about to drift away with the current, Luo Qianmo suddenly grabbed it.

He was afraid; he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose her forever.

Everyone looked solemn. The ceremony to revive the sacred spring had reached its most crucial moment, and no one wanted anything to go wrong.

Madam She shook her head at Luo Qianmo. This was the only way to save Fang Qingyou, and they both had to be rational.

Luo Qianmo was well aware of all this, so after a struggle within her, she finally let go of the bamboo raft and watched as the beautiful purple bamboo raft carrying her landed on the sacred spring and drifted away into the distance.

In that instant, Luo Qianmo felt as if his heart had become empty, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand towards the purple bamboo raft.

But Fang Qingyou drifted further and further away, only the faint smile on her face remained, as if she was always smiling at him.

As the purple bamboo raft gradually approached the center of the sacred spring, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Success or failure hinges on this one battle.

Just as everyone was on edge, a beautiful sound seemed to suddenly ring out in the air. The sound was like a faint celestial melody, spreading out like a clear wave, washing away all the filth in the world and all the dust in people's hearts.

At the same time, a soft purple light suddenly appeared above the sacred spring, and a thick mist rose up.

Luo Qianmo was also affected by this strange phenomenon, feeling as if he had fallen into a clear and pure lake, so clean and tranquil that he almost forgot all the troubles of the world.

However, Luo Qianmo's expression suddenly darkened.

Because he saw that the purple bamboo raft, which had been floating peacefully on the water, suddenly sank downwards, and Fang Qingyou's figure also slowly fell downwards.

Her expression remained as gentle as ever, but her figure grew increasingly blurry in the purple light, as if she could disappear at any moment.

"Youyou!" Luo Qianmo immediately rushed towards Fang Qingyou. He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that this strange feeling gave him the impression that Fang Qingyou would leave soon, and that she would leave forever.

Moreover, that feeling was extremely strong, so strong that he couldn't ignore it at all!