Forensic Imperial Concubine

Chapter 562 What If I Like Her

"Murry." Felix contemplated the question long and carefully, and decided to visit Matthew after hereturned. He didn't send any of his henchmen to frame Alexander, so he thought that Matthew couldn'tfind out that he also framed Alexander. To be safe, Felix felt it necessary to confirm his thought byhimself.

Murry pushed the door in. "Your Highness, it's very late already. Why don't you turn back and get somerest?"

"Murry, Uncle Matthew will return tomorrow. You should go to the storehouse..." Felix paused. Hethought he should give Harper a gift, but he felt so grumpy that the gambling house he had givenHarper was snatching half of his business. Harper apparently cared only for money. He couldn't standthe idea of giving her another gambling house. The very thought of it made him feel ill.

"What gift do you think Aunt Harper would enjoy?" Felix wondered.

Murry scratched his head. He was a married man, but his wife was so gracious that any gift he gaveher would delight her for a few days. Harper was another story. How could he know what Harper wouldlike?

"Women like perfumes, cosmetics, silks, satins and velvets, don't they?" Murry suggested tentatively,"Your Highness, you acquired a pearl as big as man's fist a few days ago, right? All women like pearls."

Felix's eyes lit up and he said, "Go and bring me that pearl. I will send it to Aunt Harper tomorrow asmy gift."novelbin

"Yes, Your Highness." Murry turned to walk out, but then he stopped and turned back awkwardly. "YourHighness, Her Highness said she liked it. She already took it away from the storehouse..."

Felix froze. He had almost forgotten about that. "That all right. I'll ask my wife for it myself. You mayleave now."

As soon as Matthew and his wife arrived at the city gate, Owen left them quietly. As Francis' personalservant, he had taken a big risk to sneak out of the imperial capital. If he were found to be withMatthew, he could get in trouble.

"I'll go with you." Harper wanted to check Francis' condition straightaway.

A hint of pleasant surprise flashed through Owen's eyes, but then he looked at Matthew timidly.Constant fear of Matthew's displeasure had made a mark on him. It was relieving to see that the princedidn't seem displeased.

He just took a thick cloak and helped his wife put it on. Then, he helped her out of the carriage. Fredfollowed Harper to protect her.

After Matthew's procession entered the city, Owen, Harper and Fred avoided drawing attention tothemselves and slowly entered the city, heading to Francis' mansion.

Smiling brightly, Owen glanced at Harper from time to time. "Lady Harper, His Highness must be veryhappy to see you."

Harper nodded, absent-minded. She was thinking about something else and barely heard Owen'swords. She was trying to guess who had set Alexander up, Felix or Francis.

Fred raised his eyebrows and glanced at Owen, but said nothing. He knew Matthew's character verywell, and that anyone who coveted Harper's beauty or hurt her had better be ready to have his armsand legs broken.

Owen led Harper through a backdoor to enter Francis' mansion. The mansion was lively with visitorsaround. The emperor sent his greetings, and Sherry sent tonics every day. Since the mansion wascrowded with people, it was less conspicuous to enter from the back door.

Owen took Harper straight to Francis' room. The prince was reading a book. He frowned in disapprovalas Owen pushed the door open. "What did I tell you? I wish not to be disturbed by anyone. Ask them toleave. I don't like to deal with these things."

"Your Highness, I'm back. Look who has come with me!" Owen raised his voice. Francis raised hishead to see who was behind him.

Harper took off her veil and looked at Francis' pale face. She stepped forward and expertly checked hispulse. When she saw him in thin clothes, she asked reproachfully, "Why are you still wearing such thinclothes before you have recovered?"

"You're back, Aunt Harper." Francis was overwhelmed. Like a naughty boy who had broken the rules,he dared not look into her eyes. "I… I didn't hurt myself on purpose."

Harper was perplexed. She had begun to suspect that he was targeting Alexander, but when looking athim, she was doubtful. "How have you been feeling these days?"

"I just feel weak. My wound has been slightly painful." Francis touched his injured belly. "It was anemergency. I found myself standing in front of the assassin at the time of the attack. I thought I wasdoomed..."

"Leave it in the past." Harper checked his wound. The wound on his abdomen was quite severe. Withhis chronic weakness, it was almost fatal for him to be stabbed.

"You..." Harper wanted to ask why he had risked his life for the emperor, but she didn't. Even thoughthe emperor was his father, and had loved him these years, giving him whatever he needed in his

weakness, there still seemed to be a missing piece to the puzzle. "Well, your wound is recovering well,and the poison in your body has been removed. I'll write another prescription to speed up yourrecovery. Please follow the prescription."

"Thank you very much, Aunt Harper." Francis' smile was as innocent as ever. He took out a sugarfigurine and gave it to his aunt. "Take this as a thank you gift, Aunt Harper."

Looking at the sugar figurine in his hand, Harper thought, 'Although I know the figurine is me, it doesn'tlook like me. Yet, as the prince, he is actually doing a good job in making the sugar figurine.'

"Thank you." Harper took it over. "Your mansion is very lively with all these guests."

A touch of sadness arose on Francis' face. "Do you know how to stop them from visiting me again,Aunt Harper? I am a patient and I need to rest in peace. I don't like the noise."

Harper couldn't help laughing. If Felix had all those officials visiting him, he would be thrilled andheartened, but Francis only felt burdened by it.

"You don't like to have people around?" asked Harper gently.

Francis shook his head and said, "They come here only for the sake of my father, not because of me. Idon't like to see them."

Harper somehow felt pity for him, so she stroke his head. Even though he was a few years older thanher, he still seemed like a child to her. "Aunt Harper, will you visit me after I recover?"

"I will." Harper didn't hesitate to agree. After all, they still had communication and interaction, so theywould certainly meet again. Moreover, before she found out whether he was the mastermind behind theplot against Alexander, she would continue treating him as she always did.

"My injury has kept me confined to this bed for a long time. No one talks to me. Aunt Harper, can I visityou and Uncle Matthew tomorrow?" Francis giggled innocently.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet," Harper refused indirectly.

"I'm all right now. They don't let me get out of bed as they think I am too weak. With your help, I'malready stronger." Then, he took the quilt off him, got out of the bed, walked towards Harper and said,"See! I told you I'm fine."

Harper knew that he had almost made a full recovery. He only needed nourishment. Over the years,the poisonous medicine had almost ruined his physical condition. Now, even though his poison hadbeen cleaned up, his body was still weak and needed to be nourished.

Harper gave her another bottle of medicine and said, "Take a pill every day to strengthen your bodyand replenish your vitality. If you don't want to take the medicine, you can have medicated meals."

"Don't worry, Aunt Harper. I will do exactly as you say." Francis' cooperative attitude triggered apersonal memory in Harper. During her childhood in her previous life, when her brother was unwell, shewould look after him, and he would always tease her to cheer her up. Their father was consoled to seehis two children support each other.

Harper's eyes began to lose their focus. She was not really looking at Francis, but someone else. Shehad seldom given any thought about her previous life since she came to this world, but she had beenthinking about her family of previous life more often in recent days.

"You must get better quickly, or..." Suddenly, Harper came to her senses and changed the topic. "Ishould go back to my mansion now. You should rest well."

"Let me walk you out."

"No, thanks. I came in through the back door. I don't need all that attention. You have already refusedto see those officials. If they see you go out with me, you will surely be bothered by them. Anyway, youneed to have a good rest, as I said. When you are fully recovered, you can come and go just as youplease."

Francis didn't insist, so he told Owen to walk Harper out. He gazed after her silhouette as shedisappeared.

"Wake up! She is gone." A mocking voice rang out abruptly.

Without turning his head, Francis asked, "Why did you come back now?"

"The power of the River City was crushed by Matthew. They found out that it was the Scarlet Devilswho framed Alexander. Matthew slaughtered almost all the members of Scarlet Devils and we sufferedgreat losses." Wearing an exquisite ferocious mask, Marquis Scarlet asked, "Is Harper the one whohealed you from poison?"

"Yes."

"You like her?" he asked tentatively after a moment's hesitation.

Francis turned around, walked to a chair and sat down. "She's Matthew's wife, and they love eachother very much."

"You didn't answer my question. Do you like her?" Marquis Scarlet asked stubbornly. He didn't knowmuch about Harper, but Matthew's love for her was indeed out of the ordinary. If Francis liked Harper,he wouldn't just sit back.

"What if I like her?"