Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: A Beauty with an Immortal Aura

At the riverside, a simple dock appeared, as if it was one with the surrounding scenery. The Flower Boat gradually approached.

Once the Flower Boat stabilized, Shao Fatty was the first to disembark.

Then, Mu Qingge stepped onto the mud surface, covered with pink fallen flowers.

A group of singing beauties carrying food boxes and wine sets also came ashore. They followed the two dandies from Luodu, heading toward the depths of the Peach Blossom Forest.

Walking along the winding path for a while, suddenly, an ethereal melody of a zither wafted over.

The music seemed like clouds in the sky or mist in the mountains, elusive and hard to grasp.

Involuntarily, Mu Qingge, feeling a faint familiarity in her heart, headed towards the source of the music.

Shao Fatty and the others naturally had to follow.

The peach blossoms everywhere enchant the eyes; it’s a pity to be within this forest.

After wandering in the dense Peach Blossom Forest for a while, Mu Qingge walked out of the thicket to a clearing. The music seemed to be at her ears, and the scene before her made her eyes shrink slightly.

’It’s him!’

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Pale pink peach blossoms fell in the forest, dancing with the wind.

An unexpectedly open space turned out to be an Octagonal Pavilion for viewing scenery.

In the pavilion, incense rose gracefully, blue smoke like silk. A tall figure in a pale yellow robe sat cross-legged, hands drooping, playing the zither. His black hair was unbound, swaying with the wind.

Scattered petals sometimes kissed his hair, occasionally falling between the zither’s strings.

The wide sleeves brushed over the zither surface due to the movement of his fingers, gently as if caressing a lover’s face.

His skin was alabaster without a touch of blood, his features handsome as if painted, like an immortal in the Peach Blossom Forest, making it hard for one to look away.

Yet, he seemed fragile, as if a stronger forest breeze could blow him apart.

’Prince Xian!’

Mu Qingge was slightly surprised in her heart.

She hadn’t expected to encounter him here again.

Having met him three times, this man quiet as dead water brought a difficult-to-express feeling. He seemed so fragile, needing everyone’s protection, yet seemed to keep others at a thousand miles away.

He lived in the world, yet seemed to have already drifted away on the wind.

On him, Mu Qingge found no trace of vitality that a living person should have. He seemed like a puppet, yet evoked pity, making one reluctant to harm.

However... his identity.

Mu Qingge’s eyes darkened slightly. She didn’t forget that this man before her was the son of the Emperor of Qin Country. Titled Prince Xian, Qin Jinchen, and not favored.

Prince Xian, idle prince.

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