Forensic Imperial Concubine

After giving it much thought, Jason had to agree with Francis that Lucas seemed most likely to be chosen by the emperor. However, Lucas was rather notorious, having a bad reputation as a playboy. While he very much enjoyed seeking pleasure, gambling and going whoring, he had shown little interest in serious matters. If the throne ended up in his hands, there would be a good chance that he would give it to someone else in the blink of an eye.

"If the throne is handed over to Lucas..." Jason whispered under his breath, lost in thought. After a while, with his eyebrows raised and a faint smile on his lips, he continued, "Will he choose beauties from all over the country to enter his harem every year? Or will he exchange ten cities for a beauty from a foreign country?"

These wild thoughts of his made the corners of Francis' mouth twitch slightly. Although he didn't humor Jason with a response, the expression on his face shifted.

"Will he end up losing the national treasury completely by gambling?"

The corners of Francis' eyes began to twitch when he heard that, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.

"Will he waste manpower and money just so he could taste some delicacies, neglecting the common people and letting them live in poverty and misery? For example, he may want to have watermelons or the newly picked fresh litchis during winter?"

At this point, Francis cast Jason a suspicious glance, wondering if Lucas would really go this far.

Jason couldn't help laughing at the thought of the terrible things that could happen if Lucas were to become the new emperor. "If Lucas becomes the emperor, there's no doubt that the imperial harem of the Bright Dynasty will be filled with numerous beauties. Because of that, he will end up indulging himself in the pleasure and neglect his duties as the emperor. He probably won't have time to attend imperial court sessions or discuss the national affairs. Instead, he will drown himself in wine and surround himself with women. Maybe he'll even force the courtiers to go gambling with him. The mere thought of it is enough to make me laugh."

"Go away," Francis exclaimed as he could not bear listening to Jason's ramblings any longer. As far as Francis was concerned, if Lucas really was such a playboy, he never would have survived the fight for power. Moreover, Francis had investigated him countless times already, and every single time, he got the same result just as Jason had imagined. If it was true that Lucas was only keeping a facade all the time, that would make him an extremely devious and cunning man.

get it. I'll take my leave now," Jason said, walking out of the room. In fact, he thought that he was only telling the truth, and nobody would blame him imagining Lucas in this way. After all, it was Lucas himself who brought all of it onto himself and established his own bad reputation. That being said, how could such a good-for-nothing playboy take care of the different forces with such ease

at the back gate of Matthew's mansion, he broke out in a cold sweat out of fear. It wasn't until he entered the mansion and found out that Harper was safe and sound that he

"Your Highness."

who seemed quite distraught and disheveled. Fred had been working for him for many

I was at Prince Francis' mansion, I fell into someone's trap and lost consciousness because of knockout

and get flogged

"Yes, Your Highness."

hadn't come back last night. With these thoughts running through his head,

are you thinking about? You look so deep in thought," Harper asked in confusion. As soon as she walked into the study, she stumbled upon Matthew staring blankly into

Matthew said in a rather serious tone. "I'm just

went ahead and turned it upside down. After that, she immediately said, "Darling, you were holding the document upside down. Even though you can read

to show any sign of embarrassment. Putting down the official document

sudden and then fell asleep. Then, you got there as soon as I woke up," Harper answered, rubbing her temples. "I was planning to go back home by myself as soon as

could more or less guess what had happened. "I don't want you to go to Francis' mansion ever again,

obediently replied. Snugging in his arms, she then continued, "There's something I have