Forensic Imperial Concubine

Forsythia couldn't help but admire Harper's skills in handling her patient. She thought if she were to do it, at least half of the wine in the cup would spill and waste. But Harper was so skilled that not even a single drop was spilled outside.

"Your Highness, how is Prince Francis now?"

"Not good." Harper began to withdraw the needles one by one. Even after removing the last needle, there was no sign of Francis waking up. At the same time, Owen came back.

"Your Highness, how is my master?"

"His condition is getting stable now. His life is not in danger, at least for the time being," Harper said slowly. "Who has been in charge of his diet recently?"

"It's me. According to your instructions, His Highness' diet is carefully managed. I check and ensure that there isn't any problem with the food before His Highness consumes it," Owen answered, ill at ease. "Your Highness, is His Highness…"

"Since when did he feel uncomfortable?"

"From yesterday, after he left the Imperial Palace."

confusion. There were spies in Francis' mansion, but Owen performed thorough checks before Francis would consume any food from there. So, the chances of him getting poisoned in his own mansion were unpropitious. The doubts were obviously on his visit

to the Imperial Study by His Majesty. He stayed there for more than an hour. But, I am not sure if His Highness ate or drank anything while he was in the Imperial Study, as I was waiting outside the whole time,"

own life to save the emperor. Furthermore, the emperor even increased the dosage of poison this time, as if he had lost his patience. Previously, he poisoned Francis at a slow rate, killing him

Harper stood up and then sat down in front of Francis' desk. "Rub the ink stick for me. I'll write a prescription for a decoction. You have someone

Harper. Looking at the ink, Harper could not help but praise Owen, "You're really doing a good

on Prince Francis' side every day. Since he enjoys writing very much, I rub

ink and started writing. Owen couldn't help but admire her lovely handwriting. The handwriting looked stylish with delicate and sharp curves. "Your Highness, you

better," Harper said

Highness' handwriting is also beautiful. It is in no way inferior to Prince Francis'," Owen said. "Previously, I only heard that Your Highness was so arrogant and domineering and that you even looked down upon the ladies

confused her. She couldn't remember any instance when she looked like to have been infatuated with Francis. It was

met

working in the Imperial Academy of Medicine. Every time you met him, you followed him like his crazy fan. I was even afraid that you would do something to him, so I always tried to avoid meeting you.