Female Novel
Chapter 624 Being Poisoned Again (Part Two)
Forsythia couldn't help but admire Harper's skills in handling her patient. She thought if she were to doit, at least half of the wine in the cup would spill and waste. But Harper was so skilled that not even asingle drop was spilled outside.
"Your Highness, how is Prince Francis now?"
"Not good." Harper began to withdraw the needles one by one. Even after removing the last needle,there was no sign of Francis waking up. At the same time, Owen came back.
"Your Highness, how is my master?"
"His condition is getting stable now. His life is not in danger, at least for the time being," Harper saidslowly. "Who has been in charge of his diet recently?"
"It's me. According to your instructions, His Highness' diet is carefully managed. I check and ensurethat there isn't any problem with the food before His Highness consumes it," Owen answered, ill atease. "Your Highness, is His Highness…"
"Since when did he feel uncomfortable?"
"From yesterday, after he left the Imperial Palace."
"Did he eat or drink anything from the Imperial Palace?" Harper asked in confusion. There were spiesin Francis' mansion, but Owen performed thorough checks before Francis would consume any foodfrom there. So, the chances of him getting poisoned in his own mansion were unpropitious. The doubtswere obviously on his visit to the Imperial Palace.
"I don't know, Your Highness. His Highness was called to the Imperial Study by His Majesty. He stayedthere for more than an hour. But, I am not sure if His Highness ate or drank anything while he was inthe Imperial Study, as I was waiting outside the whole time," Owen answered in an aggrieved tone.
Harper realized that Francis must have been poisoned in the Imperial Study. She couldn't understandwhy the emperor was still worried about Francis, despite the latter risking his own life to save theemperor. Furthermore, the emperor even increased the dosage of poison this time, as if he had lost hispatience. Previously, he poisoned Francis at a slow rate, killing him bit by bit, but now, he wanted tofinish his son as soon as possible.
"We'll know about that when Francis wakes up." Harper stood up and then sat down in front of Francis'desk. "Rub the ink stick for me. I'll write a prescription for a decoction. You have someone decoct themedicine and feed it to Francis."
"Yes, Your Highness," Owen said, rubbing the ink stick hastily for Harper. Looking at the ink, Harpercould not help but praise Owen, "You're really doing a good job with the ink stick."
Hearing that, Owen blushed slightly and said, "I have always been on Prince Francis' side every day.Since he enjoys writing very much, I rub ink sticks frequently. Skill comes from practice."
Harper dipped an ink brush into the ink and started writing. Owen couldn't help but admire her lovelyhandwriting. The handwriting looked stylish with delicate and sharp curves. "Your Highness, you haveremarkable handwriting," he said.
"Your master's handwriting is even better," Harper said with a smile.
"Your Highness' handwriting is also beautiful. It is in no way inferior to Prince Francis'," Owen said."Previously, I only heard that Your Highness was so arrogant and domineering and that you evenlooked down upon the ladies in the imperial harem. Every time you saw my master, you looked like tohave been infatuated with him. So I didn't even dare to ask you to treat him."
Harper turned and looked at Owen, whose words just confused her. She couldn't remember anyinstance when she looked like to have been infatuated with Francis. It was even surprising for her tohear that she had met him many times earlier.
"I have met him many times?"
"Your Highness, you often met my master while you were working in the Imperial Academy of Medicine.Every time you met him, you followed him like his crazy fan. I was even afraid that you would dosomething to him, so I always tried to avoid meeting you. If I had known earlier that you could cure him,I would have asked you to treat him long ago."novelbin
"Cut the crap, and just go and get the medicine," Harper said, as she handed the prescription to Owen.
Owen quickly took over the prescription and proceeded to prepare the decoction. Harper turned to lookat Francis, who was lying on the bed weakly. If she had often met Francis before, why didn't she haveany related memory? She was confused.
"Kkkkk." Francis suddenly coughed and opened his eyes slowly. "Water."
After hesitating for a moment, Harper poured a cup of water and placed it by Francis' mouth. He drankit immediately and felt much better. Soon his sight fell on Harper, and he looked quite surprised.
"Aunt Harper, why are you here?" Francis asked, while struggling to sit up. Harper immediatelysupported him with her hand and placed a pillow behind him to make him more comfortable.
"Your manservant came to our mansion, told me that you were dying, and asked for my help," Harpersaid in a flat tone. "First, I thought he was joking. But to my surprise, upon reaching here, I found thatyou were really dying."
A ray of hurt flashed in Francis' eyes and then disappeared. "You are the same as before. You treat mein the same way you treat people you disliked."
Squinting slightly, Harper looked at Francis. Her eyes were dry, devoid of any emotions. Under thegaze of Harper's emotionless eyes, Francis felt shocked in his heart, but he did his best to hide it from
his face. Harper looked unfamiliar with him, and she didn't seem to pretend. On the day of theemperor's birthday banquet, when she was in Matthew's arms, the way she had looked at him indicatedthat she was not just shocked by his perfect appearance, but she didn't seem to look at somebody shewas familiar with. He had felt strange at that time. It was not until now he was sure that Harper did treathim indifferently.