Forensic Imperial Concubine

It never occurred to Harper that the whole thing would go so smoothly. She not only managed to raise 10, 000 taels of silver, but she also bought a store. After her products were produced in batches, she would be able to sell them.

"It's time to go home," Harper offered.

"It's getting late. We should go home now." Carlson was so drunk, and even Harper felt dizzy. After buying the store, they had gone to the tavern to celebrate with a few too many drinks.

When the door of the tavern opened, Harper staggered and stumbled forward. Fortunately, Nina was there to catch and break her fall.

"My Lord, are you okay?" Nina asked anxiously. If Charles heard about Harper being this drunk, he would get furious for sure. They had just been living a well-content life without anyone's disturbance for just a few days. She was afraid that something bad would happen again and put an end to their peaceful life.

"It's okay. It's okay. I drank too much today, so I won't go back. Let's check in at an inn!" Harper tried to come off as sure and confident, knowing that she was already too drunk to make the trek home. Aside from that, the chance of Sue finding out that she drank herself to oblivion would probably not be for the best. She might as well stay in an inn for one night and sneak back tomorrow morning without being noticed.

"You want to stay in an inn tonight?" Nina asked in a loud voice. Upon hearing her exclamation, Carlson immediately booked a well-suited room of the best inn in the Imperial Capital for her. Right after securing their booking, he left the pair alone with a satisfied grin on his face.

Afraid that Anabel and other maids might get concerned about Harper's situation, Nina quietly went back to the mansion. She informed them of Harper's decision of staying at an inn tonight. She was worried someone might let slip out to Sue or Charles that Harper had gone out of the mansion.

night, a ruckus about someone getting murdered in the inn woke a lot of the inn's guests, but not Harper. She slept soundly until a waiter came knocking

head and asked in confusion, still hung-over and groggy from being woken up

has been killed in the

whole night. How could I kill anyone? Maybe you killed whoever it was that gotten killed,"

There was no noise from your room, and I haven't seen you since you checked in. I thought something happened to you, too. Constables have just arrived and want to see all of the guests, so please come down quickly," explained the waiter. Harper's face slowly morphed into a

completely sobered up. What a bad luck! If her identity was

was thrown into prison as a suspect, it would only take a

estimated the height of the window and calculated if she could escape successfully. On second thought, she realized that if she ran away now, she would be suspected even more. It would not be difficult to find a person like

went downstairs unhurriedly. The hall was crowded with people and the constables were asking people questions

heard, "His Highness has

male clothes and disguised her facial features

pushed into the inn in a wheelchair. The moment he came in, a hush fell into the crowd. All heads turned to look at him. He was the most eye-catching and also the

on their knees in front of him to show respect. "Good evening,

he had found out her true identity. But he looked away immediately,