Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Carlson was so surprised that his jaw dropped. For a while, he took dumbstruck, full of astonishment.

Words failed him and he

stammered, "What? Am I hearing things?"

"I want to play a matchmaker for your aunt, Princess Nicole," Harper repeated as she flung her arm

around Carlson's neck. "I

have a friend whose father has lost his wife years ago. I think her father has a good family background

and is a talented man. My

friend is looking for a good wife for her father. When she mentioned this, I realized Princess Nicole is

an ideal candidate. Do you

think it's workable?"

Carlson swallowed his saliva, recalling what happened to the last man who proposed to his aunt. His

aunt had brutally beaten up

the man and thrown him into the moat.

"Harrell, I don't think it's a good idea. My aunt won't agree. The last man who proposed to marry her

was beaten up and thrown

into the moat. If you think he is a good man, then don't give him a chance to be treated in this manner.

Get this wild idea out of

your head," Carlson replied as he shook his head vehemently. Although he was worried about his

aunt's marriage, he did not

want Harrell to attempt something so dangerous. He was almost certain that Harrell's friend's father

would eventually end up with

the same miserable result.

"Wait! You didn't give me a chance to complete my words. In fact, I haven't even revealed who the man

is, yet you just refused

me! Maybe your aunt will be willing to marry him!" Harper said, full of conviction. "Don't you want your

aunt to start a family as

soon as possible?"

"Of course I want my aunt to get married as soon as possible. But do you know my aunt's situation? My

aunt's leg..."

"I know there is a problem with her leg," Harper said as she patted Carlson's shoulder. "We all know

your aunt's situation. But

you don't know the man's condition. Once I tell you this, you can go back and check whether your aunt

will agree or not. If it is a

positive result, it would be wonderful. If it is a no, then never mind. We will still be friends." Carlson

gave a serious thought to this and said, "Fine. Tell me about that person." Harper then continued,

"Actually, you also know this man. He is Charles Chu. Even though he is ten years older than your

aunt, he is upright and strong. And as you know, his wife has been dead for many years. One of his

concubines is taking care of all the family affairs since he doesn't have a wife to deal with them. And his

late wife only gave birth to a daughter; if your aunt gives birth to a boy, he will be the only heir. Charles

may seem a little bit cowardly, but he is excellent both in appearance and mind. So I think he will be a

suitable match for your aunt. His only weakness is that he has married once. But that doesn't matter

much anyway because his original wife is dead."

The instant Charles' name was dropped, Carlson began to frown deeply. Charles did not carry a good

reputation. To be honest, if possible, neither a upper-class family nor a noble one would be willing to

marry their daughter into the Chu Clan mansion. What happened to Prince Kevin's family had proved

that it was not a good idea to have any marriage connection with the Chu Clan. "The Chu Clan is not a

good candidate," said Carlson. "Your aunt is not the best choice for a wife, either," Harper simply

responded. "Frankly speaking, Carlson, I think this marriage is

feasible."

Carlson hesitated and said, "I am not the one to make the decision. I need to ask my aunt. She has a

bad temper, and because

of the innate defect, she becomes more irritable. To be honest, the Chu Clan is not a good match, and

if my aunt marries into

that mansion, I'm afraid the Chu Clan will be faced with a worse situation."

"Carlson, you don't need to worry about it. All you need to do is go back and ask for your aunt's

opinion. If she agrees, I will ask

my friend's father to ask His Majesty to issue a marriage edict. What do you think?" asked Harper

tentatively.

"Harrell, with all due respect, may I know who your friend is exactly?" Carlson asked curiously.

"It's Hailey Chu." Without hesitation, Harper decided to take advantage of Hailey's name. "You know, a

fair lady is a gentleman's

desire." "You are lying! I know it's not Hailey! Tell me the truth!" Carlson immediately held Harper's

neck. "You're not being honest. Tell me, who is your friend? I won't help you if you don't tell me!" "Let

me go! Let me go!" Harper choked as she patted Carlson's arm to breathe in some air. "Fine, I admit it.

It is Harper Chu!" Harper choked out the name.

Carlson had thought about numerous conjectures, but he had not expected to hear the name of Harper.

"What did you say? Did I hear it wrong?" Carlson asked, rubbing his ears as if he could not believe

what he just heard.

"I said it's Harper. She is a friend of mine."

Carlson stared at Harper from head to toe. He then said in a meaningful tone, "I didn't know you like

the company of that kind of

woman."

"Which kind of woman?" asked Harper in utter confusion.

"The kind who is arrogant, mean, and difficult to get along," Carlson blurted out at once.

With a smile, Harper said, "Rumor has it that you are a man of unruly and tyrannical character. But in

my opinion, it's not true.

The rumor is sometimes unreliable, especially when it is about someone from a large family."

Carlson did not deny it. "Okay, for your sake, I will go back and check my aunt's opinion. But it's up to

God whether she will

accept it or not."

"The only thing you need to do is ask her opinion. Tomorrow, at this same time, I will be waiting for you

here to know her

response," replied Harper, planning on ending their conversation.

"But wait! Where on earth do you live?" Carlson asked curiously.

The smile on Harper's face was profound. She did not make any reply. Carlson pressed his lips and

said, "Forget it. See you

tomorrow. I'll go back and ask my aunt. If she is willing to marry, I'll tell you. But the chances are slim."

Carlson had no idea why he decided to run away as soon as possible. It was Harrell who had kept his

secret from him. However,

a strange feeling was gnawing at Carlson today. He somehow felt overcome by guilt. He once again

wondered how Harrell and

Harper were friends. He couldn't come in terms with the fact that Harrell liked an arrogant and mean

lady like Harper.