Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 120

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.