Forensic Imperial Concubine

Harper quietly watched the fight like a random outsider, and even talked with Forsythia from time to time, commenting on how the fight was going.

"Francis has been sick for many years. I never would have expected that even when he fights, it would be so pleasing to the eye. No wonder everyone keeps saying that he is so handsome." Harper couldn't help but exclaim. It cropped up in her mind that when Matthew fought, he seemed so cruel that she didn't really have the heart to watch. As the sword flashed, the head of the enemy had been cleanly cut off and his blood had been spilled all over the place. In Francis' case, he seemed as ethereal as the wind, winding like a dragon as he fought. At that moment, he was so dashing and handsome.

When she heard Harper's remarks, Forsythia carefully observed Francis' every move. It was indeed beautiful to watch, but Forsythia said with such disdain, "It is just pleasing to the eye, but not practical. In contrast to this, His Highness is really awesome. His martial arts is unbeatable, and no one can possibly hold a candle to him."

Hearing this, Harper pinched Forsythia's cheek. Due to the pain, the latter grimaced. However, the smile on Harper's face suddenly disappeared and she loosened her grip on Forsythia's cheek. "It looks like we're in trouble."

Another group of assassins appeared out of the blue and went straight toward Harper. Obviously, the two groups of assassins were from different parties. One group was trying to kill Francis, while the other was trying to get rid of Harper.

"Stay behind me, Your Highness," Forsythia said, pointing her sword at the assassins as they went all-out, thrusting their swords to hit Harper's vital organs. Although Forsythia was fluent in martial arts, protecting Harper from so many assassins was not an easy task.

"Are the secret guards nearby?" asked Harper slowly.

and preventing any assassins from getting

was a bit uneasy. But as soon as he saw Harper called out the secret guards, he felt so relieved that he was

Harper said as she squinted her eyes. "I see. So, Diana is in

left the assassins who were coming for Harper so dumbfounded that they became pale-faced. Then, they all began to attack her even more desperately. Harper quickly took out a signal flare from her arms, pointed it toward the sky, and said, "I think your goal is to take over the Repenting

her aim was easily exposed. Now

to hold back anymore. Harper might not be afraid of the

away. The guards were skilled in martial arts, but they were powerless in the face of the poison. Squinting her eyes, Harper suddenly pulled out a dagger and cut her palm. The vibrant crimson blood flowed out in an

by her blood at all costs!" But it was already too late. Many assassins had come into contact with Harper's blood, and the venomous insect poison had been rendered useless. Despite her resentment, Diana wouldn't give up so easily. Even though she could no longer use the poison, she would still

assassins who were attacking him also seemed to be unable to fend for themselves. In the end, the two groups of assassins blended together and couldn't even tell

stopped Diana from approaching Harper, as she calmly watched the battle while holding a dagger

to get close to Harper, everyone on her side was entangled by the enemies. In this bloody battlefield, Harper was probably the