Forensic Imperial Concubine

"Aunt Harper, do you remember the first time we met?" Francis asked casually with a pleasant smile, as if the question came innocently to his mind with no ulterior purpose.

Harper poured a cup of tea, holding it in her hand, touching it with interest, and she glanced at Francis a few times. When he thought she wouldn't answer, at last she opened her mouth.

"No, I don't remember that. I have a poor memory."

Francis' mood fluctuated slightly, and his eyes flickered with emotion. Fortunately, his face was always so pale that the change of his emotion could never make him look worse. He never expected that Harper would dare to say that she had a poor memory. He knew very well what a sharp memory she had. She could remember whatever she read, even when she read very fast. How could she say that!

"Oh well, it's good that you don't remember." Francis toyed with the jade ring on his thumb. "I feel much better. I'm sorry to keep you here for so long. Please go back now, Aunt Harper."

"Well, remember to be careful about what you eat, or you may fall into someone's trap again. You can't be sure that I will always be able to save you in time." Glancing at Francis again, Harper added, "Take good care of your master, Owen."

"Yes, I will, Your Highness."

Francis hinted to Owen to escort Harper out. He stared at her back, and kept his eyes in her direction even after she disappeared from his sight.

"She's gone. You're still in a daze." On the roof, Jason in a coquettish red robe crossed his legs. "Don't forget, she is a poisonous poppy flower from someone else's mansion. You can only see her from a distance, but you can't touch her."

"When will you officially return to the imperial capital?" Francis' voice was vague and abstracted.

Jason raised his eyebrows and looked askance at Francis with his amorous eyes. "Whether I come back or not, no one cares about me, not even the old man. As for the others, I'm afraid they prefer it when I'm not here."

"Find a good time to come back and help me," Francis said slowly. He had taken a risk to poison himself this time, in order to let Matthew and his wife know how much he hated his father. Everything he did was for the sake of revenge against the emperor, not to obtain power.

"When would be the right time? I've heard that he indulges in women and alcohol nowadays. Can his old body resist such passions?" Jason jibed in a cynical and mischievous manner.

"I've heard that the third Heavenly Book is in Uncle Matthew's mansion. Is it true?" Francis asked Jason, suddenly remembering the news.

Jason turned over and flew down from the roof and sat on Francis' bed. Supporting his upper body with both hands, he said, "I don't know if it's true, but I've heard some other interesting news that you'll be happy to hear."

"What news?"

Qin Clan has made contact

his back and asked, "Why did the Qin Clan come to the imperial capital at a time like

them left, Harper Chu. Their secrets are passed down to their lineal descendants, including the Heavenly Book's secrets, the Qin

to do with the secrets of

but there was nothing to raise any alarms. Apart from her superb medical skills, she was arrogant, domineering and good for

lot

moment since her marriage, then she must be a completely different

of light flashed in Francis' eyes, and a conjecture formed in his mind. Harper's

and you were taught by the same teacher. What kind of woman do you think she is?" Jason made a

that evil woman?" His master had accepted only two disciples, a boy and a girl. The girl, who was lovely and beautiful, was definitely not the poppy

your real name at that

"No, I didn't."

show

"Of course I did."

for five years, and you still can't recognize her. Jason, can't you think straight? I recognized her at first sight. You used to live with her day and night.

shock. "That's impossible. She had no internal force at all

you remember when

was... after

"When did he disappear?"

"Seven years ago!"

in disappointment and pushed him. "Get out of here. How

mansion, a shadow sneaked into the deserted northern garden. It was the shape of a figure who was looking for something. Who

find what he wanted after an exhaustive search. He looked around the whole northern garden and yelled, "Damn it! Where did

you looking for this?" A candle was suddenly lit in a dark room. Matthew was sitting by

The man was appalled

I didn't expect you to be the one to betray me." Matthew's indifferent voice revealed

it. He wanted to run out the door, but Matthew was sitting at the door. He knew he was not a match for Matthew. So he could only flee

do you still want to run away at this point?" Matthew's voice was as cold as ice. He had suspected Rufus, Noah, and even Barry, but never had he doubted Jack. Although Jack's personality was sometimes unsteady, he believed he would have been absolutely loyal and devoted to him. But to his

the room, he knew that he couldn't escape. Even if Matthew was the only one there, he couldn't escape, not to mention Barry and