Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Without a bit of a change in the expression on her face, she continued to walk forward. Lucas didn't

linger beside her either. He

then went on to greet his friends. Harper took one last look at Lucas before immediately shifting her

eyes. Just then, he reminded

her to be careful with the empress.

Although Harper knew the empress would take her chances and make trouble for her and Matthew,

she hadn't expected that

Lucas would tell her that. At that very moment, her entire being was suddenly wary and alert. If the

empress was planning to do

something, it wouldn't be that obvious and simple.

Meanwhile, Francis was sitting in his carriage and idly molding a sugar figurine. He had been interested

in molding the figurines

ever since he went to the temple fair. Now, he could already make them that looked like real people. As

a gust of wind blew the

curtain, Francis raised his head and saw a familiar person walking past his carriage. In a second, he

completely lifted up the

curtain.

"Aunt Harper."

Still lost in her thoughts, Harper didn't hear when Francis called her for the first time. As soon as he

noticed that Harper didn't

stop walking, he quickly jumped off the carriage and chased after her. Owen hastily ran after him.

Carrying his cloak, the servant

called out, "Your Highness, your cloak, your cloak."

"Aunt Harper," Francis called her again while running behind her. Finally, Harper stopped walking and

turned around. Fred and

Forsythia stood aside to give way. But Francis was running so fast that he almost bumped into Harper.

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Fred stretched his hand in

an attempt to stop Francis. To his surprise, however, Francis managed to stabilize himself before

actually knocking into his aunt.

The only problem was that he stopped when he was only inches away from her. His face was almost

touching Harper's.

He hastily stepped back and felt embarrassed. He did not know what to say, so he looked everywhere

else except on Harper's

face. Then, the sugar figurine in his hand caught his attention, so he immediately held it up and said,

"Aunt Harper, look! I'm

better at making sugar figurines now."

When Harper saw the vivid sugar figurine in his hand, the corners of her mouth raised into a small

smile. She took the figurine from his hand and bit its head. While chewing the sugar bit, she said, "It not

only looks good, but also tastes good." Due to Harper's praise, a wide smile bloomed on Francis's face.

He then walked towards the palace gate side by side with his aunt. Forsythia deliberately looked at

Fred, as if she was trying to tell him something with her eyes. However, Fred only looked puzzled and

had no idea what Forsythia meant.

Seeing the confusion in Fred's eyes, Forsythia glared at him. As if she was saying it to Fred, she

thought, 'Don't you think Prince Francis is getting a little too close to Her Highness? Don't you know

that Prince Matthew gets extremely jealous of the smallest things? If he became jealous again, both of

us would be punished.' When Fred noticed that Forsythia kept on looking at him blatantly, he turned

away from her. He thought that there must be something wrong with Forsythia. He felt like she should

speak directly to him if she had something important to say. Forsythia was very close to being mad at

Fred for what he did. Giving up on him for now, she turned to Owen. Then, her sight fell on the cloak in

his hand. She snatched the cloak from him and said, "Prince Francis, your cloak." The two people who

were walking in front stopped in their tracks. Forsythia immediately took the chance to step between

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them and handed the cloak to Francis. The prince took it with both of his hands and said in a gentle

voice, "Thank you, Miss Forsythia."

Forsythia blushed with embarrassment. After all, the reason that she gave him the cloak was because

she wanted him to keep

his distance from Harper. She knew that Matthew didn't like to see any man standing by his wife's side

in very close proximity.

Francis put on his cloak, but he couldn't tie it properly. When Harper noticed this, she helplessly shook

her head, stretched out

her hands to untie the cloak, tied it smoothly, and even tidied up his collar. She did all of this in a very

casual manner, as if she

had done it thousands of times.

Francis bent his knees slightly so she wouldn't have a hard time reaching him. They were so close that

he could even smell the

light scent of medicine from her. Such a scent actually made him feel comfortable.

"Thank you very much, Aunt Harper."

"It's time for you to learn how to take care of yourself. How are you feeling recently? Do you feel a little

better?" Harper asked while they continued walking forward. For a little while, Francis couldn't answer

her question. With so much hesitation, he finally said, "I don't know what I have been feeling, to be

honest." "Tell me and we'll figure it out together," Harper reassured with a smile. After taking a glance at

her, Francis said, "Whenever I think about something, I always feel tight in my chest."

"Tightness in the chest?" Harper mumbled in confusion. She was very concerned about his condition

but she knew that it wasn't

the right time to properly diagnose him. "After the birthday banquet, let me check your pulse."

"Thank you very much, Aunt Harper."

Harper simply smiled as a response. When her eyes caught a thin figure in the distance, warmth filled

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her eyes. The man saw

her as well and immediately strode towards her.

"Harper, Prince Francis," Zack greeted them.

"Zack, long time no see. You look thinner. How have you been?" Harper said while she looked at Zack.

"I've just been busy with my work. I can actually say that things have not been bad, but they have not

been good either. So

somewhere in the middle?" Zack responded while he looked at Harper's face. From both of their

expressions and their

exchanges, one could tell that the two of them had been good friends for many years. They could

understand each other's

thoughts by merely looking at each other's eyes.

"Take care of yourself even though you're extremely busy with your work. Anyway, it's almost time. We

need to hurry, or else

we'll be late," Harper said with a faint smile.

"Sure, let's go," Zack agreed.

As a matter of fact, he walked beside Francis while Harper walked at a moderate and elegant pace.

The three of them together

drew a lot of people's attention. After all, one of them was the gentle young minister from a noble clan

and one was the

handsome son of the current emperor. No one was able to take their eyes off them.

"I heard Prince Francis has been very weak because of an illness. Why do I feel that he has fully

recovered already?" someone

on the sides mumbled. "Prince Francis looks very handsome."

"He used to be a beautiful sick person. Now that he has recovered, nobody will be able to look away

from him."

"Mister Zack's smile looks so attractive. Hold me; I feel dizzy." A lot of whispers could be heard as they

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made their way through

the crowd.

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