Forensic Imperial Concubine

Seeing Francis' grief, Harper felt sorry for him. As a very handsome man, when he wept in front of others in despair, even the stone-hearted Harper couldn't suppress her sympathy. She even held back from what she wanted to ask.

"Was it you who plotted against Alexander?" Matthew asked what Harper intended to ask. Seeing that she turned her head aside, he understood that she didn't want to ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to clarify things.

With a bitter smile on his face, Francis said, "Uncle Matthew, do you think I am that ruthless? How could you even think I would conspire against a child?"

Francis knew what had happened to Alexander. Alexander was framed for murder and put into prison. If Harper and Matthew hadn't been to save him by finding evidence in his favor, he would have been executed already.

"So, you were really not the chief conspirator?" Matthew didn't hide his suspicion.

"No. It wasn't me," Francis said, looking at Harper. "If it was really me, I wouldn't hide it from you. What I want is very simple. I just wish to take revenge on my father."

"All right. You are not supposed to say these words casually," Matthew said in a flat tone. You'd better get back to your mansion right now. Since you've been in my mansion for a long time today, it would invite suspicion from others."

Hearing that, Francis stood up downheartedly and said in an indistinct voice, "Uncle Matthew, Aunt Harper, if you want me to do something, please let me know. Also, I wouldn't hesitate to let you know anything you want to know from me."

"Send Prince Francis back to his mansion,"

silent as she was immersed in thoughts

Matthew said, holding Harper in his arms. "I'm

her husband's arms, she said, "It's not easy to be a member of the royal

that's a hard truth, and you're not the only person to share that thought,"

Harper asked in

Matthew intoned. "At the time of Francis' birth, an eminent monk was in the imperial capital. He said that Francis was an incarnation of a disaster star. He also said that he had too hard a fate, and because of this fate, His Majesty would

she recalled that the people here were all superstitious, and the

for his life, but didn't want to take the blame for killing his own son. So, he came up with a vicious idea and that was to poison Francis. When Francis turned too weak to take care of himself, he would just die out of his weakness. By then, His Majesty could

to accept the truth. Matthew, do you believe in

asserted. "I don't believe in heaven, earth, Buddha or the ghosts.

her face, she said, "Matthew, believe me. I deserve your

face was as dazzling as the moon breaking through the clouds, and this fascinated her,

don't like it?"

in this way, or I will be very jealous," Harper said frankly. She was an

promised in a gentle voice, and looked even more charming with