Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-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.

It seemed that this title hinted at the Emperor’s thoughts.

This son he didn’t favor was best left to be idle, disconnected from all matters, living and dying on his own.

Without reason, that fragile and exceptional beauty stirred a bit of heartache in Mu Qingge. She was a worthless person yet received all her grandfather and aunt’s love.

He, noble as a prince, yet due to a weak body and an ominous birth, was despised by his own father.

This unique background and experience perhaps were the root of his demeanor. Clearly seeing the pure and fragile beauty, she felt immeasurable desolation.

The music suddenly stopped.

It seemed the musician had finally realized someone had intruded.

Mu Qingge’s eyes moved slightly, naturally meeting that pair of calm, unbothered eyes.

Still black and white, yet without any emotion. Or perhaps... hidden too deep?

Mu Qingge could not know.

But since she had intruded and was found, naturally she should go forth and greet.

With this thought, she calmly stepped forward, walking out from behind the leaves to face the clearing.

Shao Fatty and the group of ladies naturally accompanied her. A crowd appeared outside the Octagonal Pavilion, before Qin Jinchen, yet it still didn’t stir any ripple in his eyes.

Mu Qingge walked closer but did not enter the Octagonal Pavilion.

She simply stood outside, cupped her fists towards the person in the pavilion and said, "Today, I went strolling with friends and unintentionally heard the music from the pavilion. Mu Qingge came following the sound, disturbing Prince Xian’s elegance, and hopes Prince Xian forgives."

"What! He is the mysterious Prince Xian?" Shao Fatty was startled, sighing behind Mu Qingge.

Mysterious Prince Xian?

Mu Qingge raised her brows slightly.

As expected, the Mu Family’s information was correct. This Prince Xian indeed lived quietly, rarely appearing in the public eye. Even Shao Fatty, this dandy, did not recognize him.

"Fatty, shouldn’t you greet Prince Xian?" Mu Qingge reminded him.

"Ah! Oh, oh. Shao Family’s Shao Yueze greets Prince Xian. Long live the Prince." Reminded, Shao Fatty immediately paid respect. The group of beauties behind him also knelt in fear to pay respects.

In an instant, Mu Qingge was the only one standing.

Qin Jinchen’s calm eyes slowly shifted from Mu Qingge, bypassing Shao Fatty’s bulky figure, directly landing on the group of beauties.

A few moments later, he lowered his gaze, long lashes shielding those distinct black and white eyes.

"Since you’re playing, you needn’t adhere to etiquette."

This was the first time Mu Qingge heard him speak. His voice carried a sense of subtle detachment. Slow, and gentle. Paling with a hint of clarity, and a natural nobility.

Different from Qin Jinhao’s cold arrogance, and unlike the mysterious charm of the enchantment master.

However, she felt this voice could reach people’s hearts directly. Like jade beads falling on a plate.