Forensic Imperial Concubine

In the Pine House, the real Harper was asleep. She had been feeling drowsy and sleepy a lot in recent days. The heavy rain made her even more eager to sleep. She fell asleep after breakfast and hadn't awoken yet.

Fred and Forsythia were standing guard outside. It was a strange time, with a fake Harper in the Phoenix House, but the real Harper didn't seem to be worried at all. However, Fred and Forsythia dared not relax even the slightest bit when Harper was sleeping.

When Francis, supported by Owen, appeared in the rain, Forsythia was shocked to see him. Then she turned her head aside, as if something had come to her mind all of a sudden, pretending that she hadn't seen him. Fred didn't even raise his eyebrows from the moment he saw him. He just turned a blind eye to Francis' embarrassment and difficulty.

Francis' eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Forsythia, as if something was about to spill over his eyes. He gestured for Owen to help him enter the Pine House.

"Is Uncle Matthew here?" Francis asked in a feeble voice. He looked disheveled and out of sorts.

Forsythia simply snorted, without uttering a word in reply. Fred answered in a cold voice, "His Highness has not yet come back."

"Is Aunt Harper here?" Francis asked. Somehow, he sensed that the Pine House was not empty, and the person inside was the real Harper.

Fred was at a loss for words when he heard that, because he was a poor liar. Meanwhile, Forsythia said in anger, "Her Highness is in the Phoenix House. You have come to the wrong place."

"I have already been to the Phoenix House. The person inside is not Aunt Harper." Francis started coughing again. He coughed so violently that he could hardly straighten up, and it was very difficult for Owen to hold him up. However, Owen was shocked to hear what Francis had said since he had noticed nothing wrong with that Harper.

Forsythia was astonished by Francis' words too, for she hadn't thought an outsider would be able to identify the woman in the Phoenix House as a fake Harper. For a moment, she wasn't sure how to reply to Francis.

"Miss Forsythia, Prince Francis has been feeling uncomfortable for a few days, and he was caught in the rain for a long time today. Please report to Her Highness and ask her to see Prince Francis in person," Owen pleaded.

Turning her face to one side, Forsythia said stubbornly, "Her Highness is in the Phoenix House."

"All right, I heard you. Her Highness is in the Phoenix House. But will you let Prince Francis see the person in this house now?" Owen said anxiously. Francis now could hardly stand steadily and might pass out at any time. He was too weak to endure this torment.

Forsythia shifted her eyes to Fred, but Fred just stood still as if he hadn't heard anything. She remembered Harper's suspicions. At the thought that Francis, who was in front of her, might be the backstage mastermind of the plot against Harper, Forsythia dared not let him come in even if he looked like he might fall to the ground at any moment.

Owen immediately knelt down and pleaded, "Miss Forsythia, Prince Francis' body really can't bear it. I beg you. Please report

came to his mind. He felt heartbroken by the thought that he might never see her face or hear her voice

arguing outside. Drowsily, she asked, "Forsythia,

Harper was awakened. "Sir, nothing happened. Please go back to sleep. I was just driving the

die. I beg you. Please see..." Owen shouted, heedless of everything else, as soon as he heard the voice from inside. However, before he could

don't pipe down, I'll

saw Forsythia with her hands clamped on Owen's neck, while another man dressed in white was lying on the ground, struggling to stand up but

step forward, but Fred stopped her immediately.

her grip on Owen's neck. Owen fell to the ground, gasping violently for air, but

the terribly weakened Francis, who was lying on the ground. For a

extremely disheveled at the moment. His sincerity was revealed plainly by his eyes. "Aunt

looking at the drenched Francis. "Were you trying

liquid on his face was tears or just rainwater, since

was only a step away from her. He looked pathetic and smiled bitterly, "Aunt Harper, tell me, why is

sure that he had something to do with the Scarlet Devils, and the Scarlet Devils were directly involved in framing Alexander. She couldn't

what you are talking about," Harper said in a very low voice. It rained frequently in spring, and nobody knew when it would stop. Unable to bear it any longer, Francis swayed and fell to

couldn't keep him off the ground, even though with the help of Owen. She could only half kneel on the

his head on Harper's shoulder, Francis mumbled, "Aunt Harper, why? Why does Father want to kill me? Why does he want to kill me? I'm his son, the child of his blood!

into the house. By then, Francis had already passed out. The feelings in Harper's heart were complicated. She felt pity for Francis, but she knew clearly

Fred, fetch some of Matthew's clothes

"Yes, Your Highness."

set of servant's clothes for Owen. He gave them to Owen, who changed clothes quickly. Then with the help of

hot water in a bathtub. Fred threw Francis into it. Seeing that, Owen cast him a resentful glare. However, Fred's bandaged face looked so frightening that Owen dared not protest. He could do

changed out of her wet clothes. When she came out, she looked at Forsythia and asked,

"About four hours."