Forensic Imperial Concubine

Seeing Francis' grief, Harper felt sorry for him. As a very handsome man, when he wept in front of others in despair, even the stone-hearted Harper couldn't suppress her sympathy. She even held back from what she wanted to ask.

"Was it you who plotted against Alexander?" Matthew asked what Harper intended to ask. Seeing that she turned her head aside, he understood that she didn't want to ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to clarify things.

With a bitter smile on his face, Francis said, "Uncle Matthew, do you think I am that ruthless? How could you even think I would conspire against a child?"

Francis knew what had happened to Alexander. Alexander was framed for murder and put into prison. If Harper and Matthew hadn't been to save him by finding evidence in his favor, he would have been executed already.

"So, you were really not the chief conspirator?" Matthew didn't hide his suspicion.

"No. It wasn't me," Francis said, looking at Harper. "If it was really me, I wouldn't hide it from you. What I want is very simple. I just wish to take revenge on my father."

"All right. You are not supposed to say these words casually," Matthew said in a flat tone. You'd better get back to your mansion right now. Since you've been in my mansion for a long time today, it would invite suspicion from others."

Hearing that, Francis stood up downheartedly and said in an indistinct voice, "Uncle Matthew, Aunt Harper, if you want me to do something, please let me know. Also, I wouldn't hesitate to let you know anything you want to know from me."

"Send Prince Francis back to his mansion,"

Francis was then escorted back to his mansion. Harper remained silent as she was immersed in thoughts about what

too much," Matthew said, holding Harper in his

her husband's arms, she said, "It's not easy to be a member of

you're not the only person to

decided to torture him in this way?" Harper asked in confusion. The emperor always seemed to be very fond of Francis, but he had been poisoning him for more than a dozen years. Harper

in the imperial capital. He said that Francis was an incarnation of a disaster star. He also said that he had too hard a fate, and because of this fate, His Majesty would end up

son just because of such a groundless prophecy?" Harper was shocked. But soon, she recalled that the people here were all superstitious, and the emperor had been kind to Francis by not killing him as

to poison Francis. When Francis turned too weak to take care of himself, he would just die out of his weakness. By then, His Majesty could get rid of the big load in his mind, and also remain safe from any accusations of killing

Francis found it hard to accept the truth. Matthew,

"I don't believe in heaven, earth, Buddha or the ghosts. What I only believe in

her face, she said, "Matthew, believe

was as dazzling as the moon breaking through the clouds, and

like it?" Matthew

way, or I will be very jealous," Harper said frankly. She was an honest person, and bore no

with the expressions on his face. "Just regard