NovelEnglishSherry was shocked by Harper's stern look. The former only knew that Francis was hurt, but she had no idea how badly he was
wounded. The reason why Sherry vexed Harper as soon as she came was that she had to humble herself last time when she
begged Harper to help Francis.
"Somebody, take Lady Sherry back so she can rest," Jason decisively ordered. Since Sherry hadn't had a rival in the Imperial
Palace for a long time, she was stupid enough to antagonize Harper. Such a reckless act would not only put Francis' life at risk,
but also make Harper suspicious of her.
Sherry didn't resist. She only glared at Harper before turning away. Meanwhile, Harper looked at Jason with a complex
expression on her face. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she asked the people from the Imperial Academy of Medicine
to prepare all the medications and tools she needed. She knew that Jason didn't believe her, even though they had studied
together and she had just recovered her memory.
Then, Harper checked Francis' injuries. Both of his wounds were deep and he was seriously injured. But still, he was lucky
because it was not fatal. However, she had to be extremely careful when pulling out the hidden weapons because he could die
from massive bleeding.
"Your Highness, Prince Francis' wound is even more serious than Mister Zack's last time. This arrow..." All the imperial
physicians didn't dare to come forward for two reasons. One, Harper was extremely skilled at treating physical injuries. And two,
the one who had been wounded was Francis who was most likely to ascend the throne. There was no room for mistakes or
carelessness, unless they didn't want to live anymore.
eyes from her, not even for a second. He was afraid that she would stab Francis in the throat and kill him. "You know, it hurts me
to see you looking at me like that." Harper glanced at Jason when she was about to take out the hidden weapon from Francis.
Even though it wasn't obvious, Harper was actually a little worried about the procedure. She took out a white porcelain bottle
from her brocade bag and looked at Jason. "It's up to you whether I can give him this medicine or not." Jason took the bottle,.
opened it, and tried to see its contents. He was familiar with the smell. It was the Blood-generating Pill that Harper had made
using methods she was yet to disclose. The pill could quickly replenish the blood which had been lost of an injured person. It
would be very useful for Francis at that moment.
"How many are you going to give him?" "Three. After that, I might give him more depending on his condition." Harper's voice was
indifferent, revealing not a single emotion. The expression on her face was as cold as ice. Her earlier confusion had disappeared
and the calm and collected Harper had come back. Jason immediately took three pills and helped Francis take them. After
seeing that, Harper took out the hidden weapon from
Francis. Her hands were steady, without a trace of quivering. All the imperial physicians held their breaths for fear that their
heavy breathing might affect Harper. One wrong move or one tremble of her hand could easily take Francis' life.
Despite the gravity of the situation, the process of taking out the hidden weapons went smoothly. Francis, though he had lost a
lot of blood, was stable with Harper's Blood-generating Pills. After she closed down the wounds with some fabric, Harper
immediately wrote a prescription, then ordered someone to get some medicine and decoct it.
Jason folded his arms across his chest and stared at Harper curiously. "If my brother were not injured because of protecting you,
would you save him?"
to Harper. She took it, opened the cap, checked the inside, and carefully put it away. "I will save him. But I won't be willing to just
give out my pills like that. After all, there is only one left." Her response made Jason quite annoyed. "Is a pill more important than
a human's life? When did you become so cruel, woman?"
Harper turned to face him and apathetically asked, "How about you? When did you become so affectionate? You're by his side
all the time. You're so cautious too. I have to start suspecting that someone may be hiding in the closet."
The expression on Jason's face became distorted. Then, he furiously grabbed Harper by the collar. "Woman, don't challenge my
bottom line. Do you understand? Ah..."
Jason loosened his grip and violently shook his hand. It was hurting so much that his face turned red. He was even trying very
hard not to cry out loud. "What did you do to me?"
"Didn't our master tell you that the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is?" Harper then turned to a eunuch and
commanded, "Serve some tea."
Amidst his trembling, the young eunuch put the tea onto the table. Then, he quickly kept a distance from her for fear that she
might hurt him. "I once heard from you that I am a poisonous rose with thorns since I was a child. How can you forget about it
now?"
Jason squinted his eyes in confusion. The last time he had seen Harper, she was obviously confused as he claimed to be her
senior fellow brother when he showed up from nowhere. "You..." Jason tried to speak but he couldn't form more than a word.
"It's a blessing that I have unexpectedly recovered some memories when Prince Francis blocked the hidden weapons for me."
Harper's voice was very light while she slightly lowered her head. The teacup was steaming and her expression couldn't be seen
clearly because of the mist.
Jason finally understood why he felt that Harper was like a completely different person. It turned out that she was the same
person but had lost some of her memories. For some reason, those lost memories had been related to him and
Francis.
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