Forensic Imperial Concubine

"Murry." Felix contemplated the question long and carefully, and decided to visit Matthew after he returned. He didn't send any of his henchmen to frame Alexander, so he thought that Matthew couldn't find out that he also framed Alexander. To be safe, Felix felt it necessary to confirm his thought by himself.

Murry pushed the door in. "Your Highness, it's very late already. Why don't you turn back and get some rest?"

"Murry, Uncle Matthew will return tomorrow. You should go to the storehouse..." Felix paused. He thought he should give Harper a gift, but he felt so grumpy that the gambling house he had given Harper was snatching half of his business. Harper apparently cared only for money. He couldn't stand the idea of giving her another gambling house. The very thought of it made him feel ill.

"What gift do you think Aunt Harper would enjoy?" Felix wondered.

Murry scratched his head. He was a married man, but his wife was so gracious that any gift he gave her would delight her for a few days. Harper was another story. How could he know what Harper would like?

"Women like perfumes, cosmetics, silks, satins and velvets, don't they?" Murry suggested tentatively, "Your Highness, you acquired a pearl as big as man's fist a few days ago, right? All women like pearls."

Felix's eyes lit up and he said, "Go and bring me that pearl. I will send it to Aunt Harper tomorrow as my gift."

"Yes, Your Highness." Murry turned to walk out, but then he stopped and turned back awkwardly. "Your Highness, Her Highness said she liked it. She already took it away from the storehouse..."

Felix froze. He had almost forgotten about that. "That all right. I'll ask my wife for it myself. You may leave now."

As soon as Matthew and his wife arrived at the city gate, Owen left them quietly. As Francis' personal servant, he had taken a big risk to sneak out of the imperial capital. If he were found to be with Matthew, he could get in trouble.

"I'll go with you." Harper wanted to check Francis' condition straightaway.

A hint of pleasant surprise flashed through Owen's eyes, but then he looked at Matthew timidly. Constant fear of Matthew's displeasure had made a mark on him. It was relieving to see that the prince didn't seem displeased.

He just took a thick cloak and helped his wife put it on. Then, he helped her out of the carriage. Fred followed Harper to protect her.

After Matthew's procession entered the city, Owen, Harper and Fred avoided drawing attention to themselves and slowly entered the city, heading to Francis' mansion.

Owen glanced at Harper from time to time. "Lady

something else and barely heard Owen's words. She was

Owen, but said nothing. He knew Matthew's character very well, and that anyone who coveted Harper's

Francis' mansion. The mansion was lively with visitors around. The emperor sent his greetings, and Sherry sent tonics every day. Since the

to Francis' room. The prince was reading a book. He frowned in disapproval as Owen pushed the door open. "What did I tell you? I wish

me!" Owen raised his voice.

pale face. She stepped forward and expertly checked his pulse. When she saw him

Harper." Francis was overwhelmed. Like a naughty boy who had broken the rules, he dared not look

targeting Alexander, but when looking at

"It was an emergency. I found myself standing in front of the assassin at the time of the

The wound on his abdomen was quite severe. With his chronic weakness, it was almost fatal for

him these years, giving him whatever he needed in his weakness, there still seemed to

much, Aunt Harper." Francis' smile was as innocent as ever. He took out a sugar figurine and gave it to his aunt. "Take

the sugar figurine in his hand, Harper thought, 'Although I know the figurine is me, it doesn't look like me. Yet, as the prince,

it over. "Your mansion is very lively

again, Aunt Harper? I

laughing. If Felix had all those officials visiting him, he would be thrilled and heartened, but Francis only felt

to have

for the sake of my father, not because

older than her, he still

interaction, so they would certainly meet again. Moreover, before she found out whether he was the mastermind behind the plot against Alexander, she would continue

bed for a long time. No one talks to me. Aunt Harper, can

yet," Harper refused

now. They don't let me get out of bed as they think I am too weak. With your help, I'm already stronger." Then, he took the quilt off him, got out of the bed, walked towards Harper and said, "See! I