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

Could it be him...?

Just then, Fang Qingyou saw the person lower his head.

Fang Qingyou was stunned at first glance.

In that instant, her mind went blank, she forgot everything, and all she could see was that stunningly beautiful face before her.

Fang Qingyou had never seen such a beautiful person before. Extremely beautiful, so beautiful that everything around her paled in comparison.

Clear sky, bright sun, crowds, bustling activity, vibrant streets...

With him present, everything else becomes transparent, as if he were the only one in the world.

His eyes were as clear as morning dew, but upon closer inspection, they were as cold and deep as a frozen pool; one could easily fall into them if one wasn't careful.

Her fair skin was like fine porcelain, yet it did not give off a feminine impression.

Those wicked, thin lips curved into an extremely faint arc, appearing both indifferent and fatally alluring.

One glance is enough to make you never forget it.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou felt completely captivated by his beauty, forgetting her heartbeat, where she was, what she was supposed to do, how she almost tripped, and how she wanted to settle scores with Shi Wantong.

"Bang—thud—" Then, in the next instant, a series of loud thuds and cracking sounds rang out.

Fang Qingyou was startled and suddenly realized that something in her arms had fallen down.

After looking around, Fang Qingyou realized that her arms were empty. Everything had fallen to the ground, most of it broken and torn. Several packets of pastries she had bought had their oil paper torn, causing the pastries to scatter all over the ground and roll at the feet of the white-clad boy.

Fang Qingyou felt a little sorry for the snacks; she had originally bought them to take back to Mrs. Ren and Aunt Luo.

However, the next moment, Fang Qingyou's expression turned awkward, because she realized that the snacks had stained the white-clad boy's clothes.

The once spotless brocade robe was now covered with a crisscrossing network of glaring oil stains.

Fang Qingyou felt very bad. This young man in white had saved her once before, and he had saved her again this time, but she had dirtied his clothes as soon as they met.

Yes, Fang Qingyou was certain that the white-clad youth in front of her was the same handsome man in white who she had mistaken for the magistrate of Nanguan County last time.

Fang Qingyou dared not acknowledge him, because the last time they met, she was Fang Shiyu disguised as a man.

However, Fang Qingyou had to apologize to the boy in white.

However, when Fang Qingyou looked at the white-robed youth, she felt her heart tremble involuntarily.

Such an incredibly handsome man was simply irresistible to her.

Also dressed in white, Gu Jinyi's beauty is an exceptionally gentle beauty, warm and refined like jade, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth.

Where Gu Jinyi is, everything in the world comes alive.

But this young man in white possessed a beauty that was uniquely his own, cold and imposing, like a demon emperor or evil lord.

Wherever he is, everything else in the world loses its color, leaving only his breathtaking beauty.

At this moment, a faint smile played on his lips. He appeared less aloof and more alluring, truly a captivating and enchanting beauty.

Fang Qingyou quickly lowered her eyes, afraid that if she looked any longer, her eyes would stop moving.

"Young master, I'm so sorry, I accidentally dirtied your clothes." Fang Qingyou was truly remorseful. The young man in white was as beautiful as a figure in a painting, but these oil stains ruined his beauty.

"And then, will you help me wash it clean?" The white-clad boy's answer left Fang Qingyou speechless. How was she supposed to answer?

Help him wash it? How can you wash something on the street? Are you going to take it home to wash it and then return it later?

If you don't wash it, the clothes will definitely get dirty on their own.

If it were anyone else, Fang Qingyou would have helped them clean it and returned it next time. But facing this young man in white, she was somewhat afraid to see him again.

Because when she looked at his stunningly handsome face, she always felt that he was like the most alluring demon, and that if she looked at him for too long, she would be captivated by his soul.

Moreover, he made her feel a strange yet extremely strong sense of danger.

Her intuition told her that she had to stay away from this boy in white, as far away as possible.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou quietly raised her eyes, wanting to secretly see the expression of the white-robed boy, only to find that he was looking at her with a half-smile, obviously having noticed her peeking.

"that……"

Just as Fang Qingyou was about to speak, she heard a scream of agony beside her: "Ah, ah, ah—"

At the same time, Greenfield's shouts and curses could be heard: "You two actually dared to harm Miss Fang! I'll show you what I'm capable of! I'll hit you—"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyou's lips twitched. She turned her head and saw Lüye carrying a Shi family servant in each hand like a chick, and in a few steps, she brought them to her.

“Miss Fang, these are the two bastards who harmed you. Please deal with them!” When he reached Fang Qingyou, Lüye threw the two Shi family servants at her feet.

Fang Qingyou looked at the two servants of the Shi family. They had obviously been beaten badly by Lü Ye. At this moment, the two of them were piled up on the ground, groaning in pain.

Fang Qingyou's gaze was somewhat cold. She would not bully others, but she would not allow herself to be bullied.

She has already held a grudge against Shi Wantong for what happened today.

Before Fang Qingyou could react, Shi Wantong rushed over angrily: "Miss Fang, what do you mean by this? You..."

Before the question could be finished, Shi Wantong's expression suddenly changed, and she bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Eighth Prince."

In the blink of an eye, Shi Wantong transformed from a fierce tiger into a docile lamb.

Fang Qingyou naturally didn't think that Shi Wantong was bowing to her, so she looked around behind her, wondering where the Eighth Prince was, who had frightened Shi Wantong so much.

Fang Qingyou had just turned her head when she met the white-clad youth's eyes, which were as clear as morning dew and as deep as a still pool.

After a long while, Fang Qingyou was astonished, because she suddenly realized that the eighth prince Shi Wantong mentioned was none other than the white-robed youth in front of her.

Fang Qingyou could tell that the young man in white was of extraordinary origin, and she had guessed his identity before, but she never expected that he was actually a prince of the imperial family.

No wonder he possesses an innate nobility and a haughty arrogance that looks down upon the world.

No wonder Magistrate Zhang was so wary of him.

It turns out he was the eighth prince.