Forensic Imperial Concubine

Since Harper feared that she would wake Lilian up if ever she slept beside her as she was someone who would always toss and turn in the sleep, Lilian ordered her servants to clean up the side room for her. That night, she slept incredibly well mainly due to the fact that she had been travelling so much and hadn't had proper rest along the way. She then awoke the following day because something seemed to be stuck to her face, making her feel itchy and uncomfortable.

"Stop it. Let me sleep a little longer!" she murmured when she realized that there was actually nothing on her face and that someone was just messing with her.

Rolando laughed. "Harper, it's late. Get up and have breakfast."

Harper opened her eyes lazily and saw Rolando sitting next to her bed with a white feather in his hand. He looked at her tenderly, like a guardian angel would do to the person he was watching over. "I have already come back from the imperial court session. Get up, Lilian is waiting for you to have breakfast."

Indeed, it was late. When she finally realized this, she patted her forehead. "I've slept so well that I totally forgot that I am not in my mansion! Rola—oh, I'm sorry, I can't call you that now."

Harper then lay on her side and rested her chin on her hand. With a beautiful smile on her lips, she said, "Your Majesty, what time is it now?"

Rolando's face became grim. "It's 8:30 am," he replied as he fiddled with the feather he used to wake Harper up.

Rolando suddenly launched tickle attack against her. "You! I don't want to hear you call me 'Your

just a form of address. Also, I've heard from

dares to call my name directly in the Great Jade Kingdom?" Rolando asked as he looked at Harper helplessly.

we are friends," Harper confirmed, nodding

don't know why Matthew is so indulgent with you. It's so late, but you still haven't gotten up.

struggling, she admitted defeated. She stretched her neck out past the height

didn't expect that there is something

look gorgeous, they are truly mind-boggling to wear. I truly think the clothes of my country are better—they're

them. I'll teach you." Rolando rose to his feet and approached the screen, blatantly ignoring the differences between men and

fingers were incredibly agile. Harper stared at his fingers in a daze, quickly realizing how beautiful they were—long, slender, and soft like jade. Matthew's hands were as beautiful,

"What do you think? Do you still think that the clothes

it, it seemed easy and uncomplicated, but I still prefer simpler ones. I wouldn't