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 gash

startled and disturbed the birds within a mile radius. 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 dared

like a guard intent on protecting its master. It seemed to be

sarcastic, annoying responses. Try that again and I promise you your forehead will be my next target." Harper's voice was so sweet and soft, and her smile hadn't left her lips. The sharp contract between the threating words she just

into tiny pieces and feeding it to Harper. He would occasionally eat some, but just seeing his little wife torture a bastard was

his arms tied, he couldn't

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 I'd hesitate

Harper was not bluffing—she would

was wishing for was that Felton would wake up soon. He knew with him

dare act up. It gnawed the bone resentfully as it stared