Forensic Imperial Concubine

Charles only laughed and said, "Sue, you know for a fact that no imperial concubine would have an easy life without the backing of a powerful clan. She is a clever girl and will never do the things good to none but worse to herself."

Sue nodded and agreed, but deep inside, her mind was already fueling with so much rage. If Harper became an imperial concubine, she knew that she would do everything in her power to humiliate her. If Sue wanted Charles and Mavis to give up their plan, then there was only one thing left to do—destroy her precious face!

The clothes made by the Brocade Chamber were immediately sent to Sue for her examination. The moment they had arrived, Sue kept the clothes and asked Ruby, her wet nurse, to deliver the clothes to Harper.

"Nanny Ruby, I didn't expect that you came to my place in person!" Harper said brightly.

"My Lady, Lady Sue was worried that these maids wouldn't be too careful with the task and would ruin your new clothes. That's why I'm here. My Lady, please try them on. If they don't fit to your tastes, I could ask the tailors to make adjustments," Ruby said calmly, patting them. She was quite aware that the fabric was contaminated by some special poison, one that could leave Harper's face disfigured as long as she wore them.

"No, thank you. The Brocade Chamber already measured for me, so I'm sure they'll fit perfectly. Please send my appreciation to Mother." Harper waved it off dismissively, eyeing the clothes that Ruby was holding.

Ruby felt bad that she didn't coax Harper into wearing them. To make Harper like them and wear them, Sue had spent a lot of money on them. The clothes were created to fit the latest style and made from the finest material the Brocade Chamber could ever acquire.

"I'll leave them here for you then." Ruby nodded and placed the clothes on the table. Once she left, the smile on Harper's face turned cold.

and the diamonds attached to their collars. When she reached out to touch them,

understanding her meaning. "My Lady, do you think there's something wrong with the clothes she

mansion for so many years. Have you ever seen her being kind?" Harper sneered.

special with the fabric. She lifted it up higher to smell. There was a very faint scent on the cloth, reminding her of incense, but it wasn't. She just couldn't put her finger on the smell!

is a little strange." Harper eyed them.

a sniff. "It

face powder..." Harper's eyes widened in realization. Suddenly, she pushed Nina immediately to wash her hands. "Stay away from the clothes!

wrong, My Lady?" asked Nina,

another sniff at the scent to find it emanating from the collar. When Harper rubbed the fabric around its corners, she could feel something creamy. Sue hid the poisonous powder right

shouted, alarmed. However, Harper didn't seem fazed as she scrapped the powder from the fabric.

kind

can disfigure a person's face. Once held close contact to the face, the victim would develop swelling red bumps across their skin,

covered her mouth with her hands and asked, "My Lady, why did Lady

the Imperial Palace, I assume," Harper answered indifferently. "You can leave