Forensic Imperial Concubine

When Douglas woke up, he found himself tied to a tree trunk. Felton, on the other hand, was leaning against another one not far from where he was, his head tilted to the side. Douglas didn't know if his brother was alive, but immediately felt his blood run cold when he saw the man and woman sitting side by side by the fire.

"Your Highnesses, what are you doing? We are family, remember? Why did you tie me up?" Since Douglas knocked out by Matthew the time he saw him, he had no idea what the couple did to the rest of the Qin Clan. As for him, he initially thought that they kidnapped him mainly because they wanted to use him to threaten his clan and save Felton. Now that he realized that Felton was already saved, he became confused as to why they still took him.

"You're awake," Harper said as soon as she noticed Douglas had already come to his senses. "That's good. You're here because I want to ask you a few questions. If your answers satisfy me, there will be rewards. If you fail to do so, you will be punished," she continued as she roasted hare meat on the raging fire.

"Princess Harper, we are cousins. You can ask whatever you want to and I will tell you everything I know. But can you untie me first?" Douglas pleaded.

This plea seemed to fall on deaf ear because instead of responding, Harper just started asking questions. "What is the purpose of the Qin Clan?" she asked, her eyes deep and her facial expression undecipherable.

"Purpose? Is there any other purpose other than trying to remove the curse its members inherited? You've seen Felton. If things go on like this, he will be the first one to not survive," Douglas said with a grin.

her stare piercing. As she looked away, she sent a potent surge of her vital energy towards him, leaving him a huge

It took him a good while to calm himself down, and when he did, he glared at Harper as tears welled in his eyes. He was shocked that she

and fed it to Patrick, which was sitting next to her like a guard

so sweet and soft, and her smile hadn't left her lips. The sharp contract between the threating words she just said and her angelic demeanor was enough for anyone to

his wife's business. While all of this was happening, he was just carefully cutting the roasted hare meat into tiny pieces and feeding it to Harper. He would occasionally eat some, but just seeing his little wife torture a bastard was already satisfying

murmured in between his gasps for air. With his arms tied, he couldn't tend to his

not. If I think you're lying, I'll continue cutting up your flesh like it's this hare meat. Again, try not yelling out dumb answers. I would enjoy them if I was in a good mood, but unfortunately I am not. That first attack was just the tip of the iceberg—I have more ways to torture you than you'll ever learn. And if you think

Harper was not bluffing—she would

was wishing for was that Felton

up. It gnawed the bone resentfully as it stared at Douglas with its bright green eyes, thinking, 'If you annoy my master once again, I, too, would leave a gash on your