Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Harper took out a bag full of needles and had acupuncture on Francis' body. Francis had a blood

stagnation. She didn't know

what kind of stimulus he suffered led to such a symptom. Yet one way or another, Harper had to help

him spit out the blood to

save his life.

After the acupuncture treatment with several silver needles, Francis spat out a mouthful of blood, which

frightened Owen. The

latter immediately cried out, "Your Highness, are you all right?"

After putting the silver needles away, Harper looked at Francis's pale face. Francis looked like a wreck.

If the events at the

birthday banquet were plotted by him, he didn't need to care about her opinions anymore. After all, his

poison was completely

cleared, so she should have been useless to him now.

But he came to see her, even disregarding the heavy rain. With a single glance, he recognized that the

person in the Phoenix

House was not the real Harper and even guessed correctly that she was in the Pine House. It was

obvious that Francis was

smart. Why did he come to Matthew's mansion at such a moment?

Looking at the pale face of Francis, and then at Harper, Owen pursed his lips and tears poured down

his face. He cried louder,

"You bully people. You are cruel to His Highness."

Harper felt both amused and annoyed. "When did we bully him?"

"You let him stay in the rain for two hours, and he fainted because of it. How can you deny that you are

cruel to him?"

"You brat! Your whining is so unreasonable. Her Highness didn't even know that Prince Francis was

outside. Complain to us

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instead; we hid the fact and didn't report to her!" Forsythia stood with arms akimbo and shouted at

Owen. She couldn't bear to

hear someone being rude to Harper. What was more, she couldn't allow anyone to disturb her rest, so

she didn't report Francis'

arrival when he came. Hearing that, Owen cried even more bitterly. He pointed at Forsythia, gasping

and saying, "You are also a bad person. You bullied His Highness and me." Seeing a man crying like

this, Forsythia scorned at once. "Look at this! A man is actually crying like a woman." Her words made

Owen so angry that he couldn't even cry anymore. He just glared at her furiously. He remembered that

she had threatened to cut off his tongue at that time!

Harper shook her head and her mind was racing fast. She wondered, 'Francis passed out because he

was upset and suffering from the cold. Is it also because he knew how he got poisoned?' "Your

Highness," Forsythia called abruptly. Harper turned around and saw Matthew come in, wet from the

rain. She frowned and said, "Hurry up. Bring a towel for Matthew." "Yes." After receiving the dried

handkerchief from Forsythia, Matthew wiped Harper's long wet hair adroitly instead of drying himself

with it. "What happened here?" Matthew inquired, looking at Francis lying in bed.

"I don't know what happened to him. He passed out after staying in the rain for two hours," Harper said

in a low voice. "Your

clothes are wet too. Go and change your clothes. I prepared ginger soup for you in the kitchen. Go and

drink a bowl of it, or you'll

catch a cold."

"Okay." After putting down the handkerchief, he walked into the other room to change clothes. When

the maid came in with the

ginger soup, Harper helped Francis sit up and fed him the soup.

Matthew walked in and frowned when he saw Harper feeding Francis. He took the bowl from Harper's

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hand, pinched Francis' jaw

and poured the ginger soup into his mouth rudely.

Most of the ginger soup was spilled, and only a little was drunk. When Harper turned to look at her

husband, Owen was so scared that he forgot to react. He thought wildly, 'What's wrong with Prince

Matthew? Doesn't he see that my master is in a desperate condition?' "Look. Your clothes were stained

again." Harper frowned but still made way for him. "Forsythia, prepare another bowl of ginger soup and

feed Francis." "Yes, Your Highness."

Harper picked up the other bowl of hot ginger soup, blew on it and handed it to Matthew, saying with

great concern, "Matthew,

drink it up now, to drive away the cold."

Matthew folded his arms across his chest and opened his mouth, obviously intending for her to feed

him.

Harper blushed scarlet from shyness. After all, with so many people watching, it was embarrassing. Yet

if she didn't feed him,

she feared what might happen later. So she had to scoop up the ginger soup with the spoon, blow on it

slightly, deliver it to his

mouth, and feed him as if he were a patient.

Matthew drank Harper's ginger soup with a proud look on his face. When Owen saw the scene, his

eyes dilated drastically. He

finally realized that Matthew tried to feed his master the soup only because he didn't want Harper to

feed his master in person.

But was that "man" really the Harper he knew before? This person was wearing men's clothes and

looked unfamiliar, yet Owen

did hear his master call her 'Aunt'!

"Ahem." Francis coughed and opened his eyes before Matthew finished drinking his ginger soup. The

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first person Francis saw

was Harper, who put down the bowl and was looked at him with concern.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Don't stop. Continue," Matthew said as he took the bowl and put it in Harper's hand. He opened his

mouth and waited for her to

feed him the soup again. Harper felt both annoyed and amused, but she didn't refuse him. She

continued feeding him while

talking to Francis.

"I have asked someone to bring you the ginger soup. You need another bowl of it. You are in fragile

health. Why don't you take

better care of yourself? You got cold and stayed in the rain. Aren't you afraid of dying early?" Looking at

the empty bowl of ginger

soup, Harper was about to put it down. Yet, Matthew was quicker and already put another bowl in front

of her.

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