A moment later.
Luo Yigang, Madam Bai, and Luo Yuanxi's family of three were all driven out.
Two young servants carried the sedan chair Luo Yuansuo was in, following behind Luo Yigang and his wife in a sorry state.
Luo Yuanxi sat in the sedan chair, her expression unseen.
Madam Bai stared worriedly at the entrance of the Luo family mansion.
"Master, we've been kicked out by your brother and sister-in-law. What will we do in the future?
Also, how will our Yuanxi get married in the future?"
"Slap!"
Luo Yigang slapped her backhand, roaring, "It's all your foolish idea, you ignorant woman! Now it's good, we've been driven back, and what face will we have to ask Big Brother and Sister-in-law for help in the future!"
Luo Yigang and his wife started arguing at the entrance of the Luo family mansion.
This made Luo Yuanxi, who was already in a bad mood in the sedan chair, furious.
At that moment, she tore off her mask of gentle pretense.
"Father! Mother! You are so useless! I hate you!"
Luo Yuanxi's eyes were red, and she looked at her parents with resentment.
It was all because she had a pair of useless parents who couldn't help her at all and kept dragging her down!
Now even her hands had been chopped off as a consequence.
"Yuanxi, Mother..."
Seeing Luo Yuanxi's resentful eyes, Madam Bai wept profusely.
Luo Yigang pointed at Luo Yuanxi, his lips trembling, and then fainted, his eyes going black.
Having lost face at his elder brother's mansion, and now being despised by his own daughter, he couldn't accept it.
Luo Yigang's fainting scared the servants following him and Madam Bai beside him.
As for Luo Yuanxi, who saw her father faint on the ground, she sat steadily in the sedan chair, unmoved by everything happening before her.
There was not a trace of warmth in her resentful eyes.
No one knew how much time had passed.
A gust of cold wind swept through, and a black figure suddenly appeared in her sedan chair.
The dark shadow enveloped her.
She looked at the thing before her with a terrified expression.
"You... you are..."
Under the dark shadow, she couldn't see the other party's features, only those red, glowing eyes.
"Don't be afraid... little beauty... I'm here to help you."
Luo Yuanxi's body trembled, her pupils filled with those terrifying red eyes.
Black mist spread wildly within the sedan chair. When the black mist dispersed, Luo Yuanxi was still sitting in the sedan chair.
However, her eyes, once filled with hatred, now held a hint of coldness.
At the same time.
In the Luo mansion, Gu Qianying and Luo Muchen were seated before the Luo family members.
Little Yihao sat close to Gu Qianying, with all sorts of small pastries that children loved in front of him.
Old Master Luo sat at the top, with Madam Luo seated beside him.
"Muchen, you brat, stand up and kneel!"
Old Master Luo slammed the table, his brows furrowed.
Luo Muchen stood up.
Gu Qianying looked at him, then turned her gaze back to Old Master Luo.
Old Master Luo's beard twitched, and he coughed twice, "Forget it, brat, just stand there!"
Luo Muchen: "..."
Little Yihao covered his mouth and chuckled secretly.
Madam Luo glanced at Gu Qianying and quickly moved closer to Little Yihao.
Gu Qianying picked up her teacup.
"Are you really going to get married?"
Old Master Luo frowned, but still asked.
Luo Muchen and Gu Qianying exchanged glances.
Luo Muchen's ears turned slightly red, while Gu Qianying frankly admitted, "Yes."
"If that's the case, then since ancient times, the words of a matchmaker, the orders of parents, the three betrothals and six ceremonies, none can be missing. Does Miss Gu want me to have my son propose, or... my son..."
Old Master Luo seemed to be looking for an excuse to delay.
At this point, Gu Qianying could see his reluctance: "There's no need for such trouble. The complicated matters can be simplified. We'll choose an auspicious date, and I will come to your Luo family as the sect leader of Juesha Sect, or as the Empress of the Demonic Realm. At that time, I will present the three betrothals, six ceremonies, gold, silver, and treasures, anything valuable that can be presented."
With that, Gu Qianying stood up.
As she stood up, Little Yihao also stood up.
The Luo couple stood stunned.
Old Master Luo's beard was almost standing on end with anger.
Were they marrying a daughter-in-law, or marrying off a son?
Having achieved her goal, Gu Qianying did not linger. After leaving her words, she departed.
Before she left, Little Yihao insisted on staying at the Luo mansion to live with Luo Muchen for a few days.
After Little Yihao's persistent pleas, Gu Qianying agreed to entrust Little Yihao to Luo Muchen.
She also left the Three Flavors Wine, brought from the Number One Restaurant in the World, for Old Master Luo.
Having received several jars of good wine, Old Master Luo patted his son's shoulder: "Son, as long as you like it, you can marry anyone. Your old dad doesn't object anymore."
Luo Muchen: "..."
As Gu Qianying stepped out of the Luo mansion, the Flood Dragon A Mu, Leng, and many others from Juesha Sect rushed out to greet her.
The aura was immense, and the onlookers were discussing the luxurious carriages.
At the same time, the news that Gu Qianying, the Empress of the Demonic Realm and Sect Leader of Juesha Sect, had taken a liking to the eldest son of the Luo family and was forcibly marrying into the Luo mansion, quickly spread through the streets and alleys.
Such "explosive" news, as it fermented, also reached the palace.
Upon learning of this, Nangong Cong arranged for people to hide near the Luo mansion overnight and sent people to inquire about the date of the wedding between the Empress of the Demonic Realm Gu Qianying and Luo Muchen.
At the same time, he also sent people to the place where Old General Gu was imprisoned, to inform him of his good granddaughter's scandal of wanting to seize someone because of their handsomeness.
That night, Nangong Cong was in a good mood. After drinking a few more cups of wine, he held two beauties in his arms.
A night of passion...
The next day.
He went to court in a cheerful mood.
Among the civil and military officials, he sat on the side.
Empress Dowager Meng, as usual, held the young emperor's hand and sat with him on the dragon throne.
"Your Majesty, today is the day when the winner of the Poisonous Doctor Saint Pavilion's medical competition will enter the palace with Physician Luo to receive your grace."
Someone among the ministers reminded him.
The young emperor tightly held Empress Dowager Meng's hand and cautiously turned his head to look at Nangong Cong.
Waiting for instructions.
He couldn't make any decisions about the major and minor affairs of the palace.
"Are the people here?"
Nangong Cong greatly enjoyed the young emperor's fearful attitude towards him.
It also allowed the civil and military officials in the hall to see Nangong Cong's power.
"Reporting to Your Highness, the people are outside."
A small eunuch cleared his throat and spoke respectfully to Nangong Cong.
"Since the people are here, bring them in. Let this king also have a good look at this young man who is known as 'Little Medical Saint' by outsiders."
Nangong Cong sat upright and opened his mouth.
"Yes, this servant will have someone bring them in now."
The small eunuch retreated.
A moment later.
Luo Muchen walked in accompanied by a man in white robes.
The man had an ordinary appearance, but his calm and composed demeanor made him impossible to ignore.
"This subject pays his respects to Your Majesty."
Luo Muchen bowed to the young emperor.
The young emperor nodded and then looked at Nangong Cong.
Seeing that Nangong Cong's gaze was fixed on the man who had entered with Luo Muchen.
At that moment, the young emperor was immediately relieved. He tightly clenched Empress Dowager Meng's fingers with his small hands.
He looked up and turned his gaze, only to see his mother, also looking at the man beside Luo Muchen.
The young emperor frowned, feeling a little unhappy, but he dared not speak much, and just sat nervously.
"This commoner Duan Xifeng pays his respects to Your Majesty, to the Empress Dowager, and to Your Highness."
Gu Qianying, dressed in men's clothing, disguised as a man with a human skin mask, spoke polite and flattering words, but she did not kneel before them.