Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Forsythia couldn't help but admire Harper's skills in handling her patient. She thought if she were to do

it, at least half of the wine

in the cup would spill and waste. But Harper was so skilled that not even a single 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 said

slowly. "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 ensure

that there isn't any problem

with the food before His Highness consumes it," Owen answered, ill at ease. "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 spies

in Francis' mansion, but

Owen performed thorough checks before Francis would consume any food from there. So, the chances

of him getting poisoned

in his own mansion were unpropitious. The doubts were 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 stayed

there for more than an

hour. But, I am not sure if His Highness ate or drank anything while he was in the 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 understand why the emperor was

still worried about Francis, despite the latter risking his own life to save the emperor. Furthermore, the

emperor even increased the dosage of poison this time, as if he had lost his patience. Previously, he

poisoned Francis at a slow rate, killing him bit by bit, but now, he wanted to finish 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 the medicine and feed it to Francis."

"Yes, Your Highness," Owen said, rubbing the ink stick hastily for Harper. Looking at the ink, Harper

could 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 lovely handwriting. The

handwriting looked stylish with delicate and sharp curves. "Your Highness, you have remarkable

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 even looked down upon the ladies in the

imperial harem. Every

time you saw my master, you looked like to have 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 any

instance when she looked like to have been infatuated with Francis. It was even surprising for her to

hear 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 do something 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."

"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 look

at Francis, who was lying

on the bed weakly. If she had often met Francis before, why didn't she have any 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 drank

it 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 immediately

supported 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," Harper

said in a flat tone. "First, I

thought he was joking. But to my surprise, upon reaching here, I found that you were really dying."

A ray of hurt flashed in Francis' eyes and then disappeared. "You are the same as before. You treat me

in the same way you

treat people you disliked."

Squinting slightly, Harper looked at Francis. Her eyes were dry, devoid of any emotions. Under the

gaze 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 the emperor's birthday banquet, when she was in Matthew's

arms, the way she had looked

at him indicated that she was not just shocked by his perfect appearance, but she didn't seem to look

at somebody she was

familiar with. He had felt strange at that time. It was not until now he was sure that Harper did treat him

indifferently.