Chapter 8: Whose Shadow Is It...

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Dongfang Yuyue gazed at the distracted Luo Qianfan before him, a flicker of emptiness crossing his heart, his expression subtly shifting as he tightened his grip and gave a slight twist. Whose shadow is he glimpsing through me? And whose sorrow dwells in those eyes?

This scene stunned everyone once more.

The sting on his face pulled Luo Qianfan back from his drifting thoughts.

Gui Fang and Chi Ming were utterly astonished beyond belief, propping their chins with their hands, mouths slightly agape, eyes wide and round as they stared at their master.

They couldn’t help but question: Is this really the same lofty master who seems untouched by the world? No wonder no woman ever approached him—turns out he has a particular preference!

...

Gui Fang pressed a hand to his forehead, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, his face full of incredulity.

Pah, pah, pah, what am I thinking? How could the master possibly...

In an instant, all the expressions in the hall bloomed like fireworks, dazzling and ever-changing.

The first to regain composure was Luo Yi, who shouted sharply, “What are you doing? Let go at once!”

Luo Qianfan brushed off the mysterious substance from his face, stepped back, furrowed his brows, and said to him, “You perverted, rude man.”

He cast a contemptuous glance at Dongfang Yuyue, as if to say: See? This so-called prince of yours, all prim and proper—haven’t you ever heard of ‘Don’t look, don’t touch, don’t disturb’?

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Dongfang Yuyue looked at Luo Qianfan with an innocent expression, his chin slightly raised, eyes shaped like crescent moons sparkling like a radiant galaxy.

His thin lips parted slightly: “I do whatever I want. I just twisted you once—is it really that shocking? If anyone’s at a disadvantage here, it’s me. Do you honestly think you’re better looking than I am?”

Upon hearing his own words, Dongfang Yuyue was just as surprised as Luo Qianfan. How could he have said such things, and performed such actions?

He turned his head away arrogantly, but inside, his emotions churned like a spilled spice box, tossed and turned again and again. One thing was certain: this was a completely new feeling.

Luo Qianfan felt like spitting blood. The man before him had completely rewritten his understanding of men who possess both beauty and strength.

You really can’t judge a person by their appearance alone. Who knows if beneath the white rabbit’s guise hides the traits of a big bad wolf?

Though she forgot, perhaps she herself was the true big bad wolf.

Luo Qianfan was instantly at a loss for words. This question was a trap—no matter how she answered, a retort awaited her.

If she admitted she was more handsome, wouldn’t that mean he looked like a woman?

But if she denied it, how could that be true? So this was simply an unanswerable question.

This man really enjoyed playing mind games!

Luo Qianfan decided to say nothing, turning instead toward the nearest chair. Though there was no breeze in the room, his abundant black hair seemed to dance on its own. His casual movements revealed an elegant and noble bearing, like a handsome figure stepping out from a painting, eyes glimmering with amusement.

“So, may I ask what brings Your Highness to this humble Medical Underworld Valley?”

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Though phrased as a question, it was actually a statement.

Luo Qianfan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His confident demeanor carried a hint of schadenfreude.

See? Let yourself be arrogant—now that you’re sick, let’s see how you handle it.

Before Dongfang Yuyue could speak, Gui Fang eagerly interjected:

“Young master of the Medical Underworld, save us! My master and I have come seeking treatment! Please, in the name of our shared destiny, examine our lord.

Rest assured, if the treatment succeeds, our lord will reward you handsomely. I…”

Before he could finish, two piercing gazes cut him off.

One was unmistakably from Luo Qianfan. Was Gui Fang foolish, or simply too naive?

As the proud young master of the Medical Underworld Valley, renowned for his expertise in medicine and poisons, how could he not discern whether the person before him was truly ill? Since he asked, it was clear he had no intention of curing him.

To think such a shrewd master could have such a foolish subordinate—truly, the saying “birds of a feather flock together” was not absolute, hahaha...