Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Farewell, Sickly Beauty—Arrival of the Holy King (Part 3)

It seemed that this was not a welcome banquet, but rather a courtship event. And the enchanting beauty they all desired was the mysterious gentleman.

Uh! Mu Qingge was startled by her own thoughts.

Though it was unlikely, her intuition told her that this guess was very close to the truth.

As Mu Qingge’s eyes shifted, suddenly, a soft yellow figure caught her attention. She was stunned and quickly locked onto that person.

’It’s him!’ she thought to herself upon seeing the fair and handsome face.

The vibrant yellow carried an ethereal taste upon him. Like a picture-perfect beauty, yet disturbed by an unusual pallor, making people hesitate to approach him for fear of shattering him.

It seemed that within a radius of six feet around him, all were deterred from approaching.

At such a palace banquet, his long hair was unbound, swaying freely with the breeze. He sat poised in his seat, quietly sipping wine, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

Why would he appear here? Who is he?

Mu Qingge asked herself.

Suddenly, she met a pair of distinctly black and white, undisturbed eyes. Instantly, everything around her fell silent, and in the whole world, it seemed only she and the owner of those eyes existed.

So cold!

Mu Qingge struggled to pull back her soul, letting the surrounding noise reappear. The lost warmth seemed to gradually return as well. She pressed her lips silently, still gazing at him from afar.

’What kind of environment, what kind of experiences, could make someone’s eyes as cold as these? It is as if he has imprisoned himself within an icy castle, refusing the approach of warmth.’

"Aunt, who is that man?" Mu Qingge leaned towards Mu Lianrong and asked softly.

Mu Lianrong raised her eyes, followed Mu Qingge’s gaze, and returned after just one look, explaining quietly, "He is Prince Xian. At birth, he brought the death of his mother, and he himself is frail and weak. He has always been reclusive and is not favored by the Emperor, so it’s no wonder you don’t know him. Even those serving in the palace may not know him."

Prince Xian? A jinx to his mother? A weak and sickly body?

Mu Lianrong’s explanation seemed to match well with his cold aura. Perhaps, that coldness is a sign of his hopelessness, living in desolation?

Mu Qingge pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and no longer paid attention to him.

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