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.

at Douglas, her stare piercing. As she looked away, she sent a

shriek was so loud that it 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

roasted hare meat from its bones and fed it to Patrick, which was sitting next to her like a guard intent on protecting

think thoroughly before you answer. I'm not into 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

roasted hare meat into tiny pieces and feeding it to Harper. He would occasionally eat some,

he couldn't tend to his injury, so he was trying

whether you're telling the truth or 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 I'd hesitate to kill you, don't. Most

was not bluffing—she would kill

to know?" Douglas said exasperatedly. He was starting to feel uneasy, and honestly, scared. At that moment, all he was wishing for was that Felton would wake up soon. He knew with him around, Harper wouldn't be as vicious

directly into Patrick's mouth. Patrick seemed displeased with this, but with Matthew around, it didn't dare act 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