Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 562

"Murry." Felix contemplated the question long and carefully, and decided to visit Matthew after he returned. He didn't send any of his henchmen to frame Alexander, so he thought that Matthew couldn't find out that he also framed Alexander. To be safe, Felix felt it necessary to confirm his thought by himself.

Murry pushed the door in. "Your Highness, it's very late already. Why don't you turn back and get some rest?"

"Murry, Uncle Matthew will return tomorrow. You should go to the storehouse..." Felix paused. He thought he should give Harper a gift, but he felt so grumpy that the gambling house he had given Harper was snatching half of his business. Harper apparently cared only for money. He couldn't stand the idea of giving her another gambling house. The very thought of it made him feel ill.

"What gift do you think Aunt Harper would enjoy?" Felix wondered.

Murry scratched his head. He was a married man, but his wife was so gracious that any gift he gave her would delight her for a few days. Harper was another story. How could he know what Harper would like?

"Women like perfumes, cosmetics, silks, satins and velvets, don't they?" Murry suggested tentatively, "Your Highness, you acquired a pearl as big as man's fist a few days ago, right? All women like pearls."

Felix's eyes lit up and he said, "Go and bring me that pearl. I will send it to Aunt Harper tomorrow as my gift."

"Yes, Your Highness." Murry turned to walk out, but then he stopped and turned back awkwardly. "Your Highness, Her Highness said she liked it. She already took it away from the storehouse..."

Felix froze. He had almost forgotten about that. "That all right. I'll ask my wife for it myself. You may leave now."

As soon as Matthew and his wife arrived at the city gate, Owen left them quietly. As Francis' personal servant, he had taken a big risk to sneak out of the imperial capital. If he were found to be with Matthew, he could get in trouble.

"I'll go with you." Harper wanted to check Francis' condition straightaway.

A hint of pleasant surprise flashed through Owen's eyes, but then he looked at Matthew timidly. Constant fear of Matthew's displeasure had made a mark on him. It was relieving to see that the prince didn't seem displeased.

He just took a thick cloak and helped his wife put it on. Then, he helped her out of the carriage. Fred followed Harper to protect her.

After Matthew's procession entered the city, Owen, Harper and Fred avoided drawing attention to themselves and slowly entered the city, heading to Francis' mansion.

Smiling brightly, Owen glanced at Harper from time to time. "Lady Harper, His Highness must be very happy to see you."

Harper nodded, absent-minded. She was thinking about something else and barely heard Owen's words. She was trying to guess who had set Alexander up, Felix or Francis.

Fred raised his eyebrows and glanced at Owen, but said nothing. He knew Matthew's character very well, and that anyone who coveted Harper's beauty or hurt her had better be ready to have his arms and legs broken.

Owen led Harper through a backdoor to enter Francis' mansion. The mansion was lively with visitors around. The emperor sent his greetings, and Sherry sent tonics every day. Since the mansion was crowded with people, it was less conspicuous to enter from the back door.

Owen took Harper straight to Francis' room. The prince was reading a book. He frowned in disapproval as Owen pushed the door open. "What did I tell you? I wish not to be disturbed by anyone. Ask them to leave. I don't like to deal with these things."

"Your Highness, I'm back. Look who has come with me!" Owen raised his voice. Francis raised his head to see who was behind him.

Harper took off her veil and looked at Francis' pale face. She stepped forward and expertly checked his pulse. When she saw him in thin clothes, she asked reproachfully, "Why are you still wearing such thin clothes before you have recovered?"

"You're back, Aunt Harper." Francis was overwhelmed. Like a naughty boy who had broken the rules, he dared not look into her eyes. "I… I didn't hurt myself on purpose."

Harper was perplexed. She had begun to suspect that he was targeting Alexander, but when looking at him, she was doubtful. "How have you been feeling these days?"

"I just feel weak. My wound has been slightly painful." Francis touched his injured belly. "It was an emergency. I found myself standing in front of the assassin at the time of the attack. I thought I was doomed..."

"Leave it in the past." Harper checked his wound. The wound on his abdomen was quite severe. With his chronic weakness, it was almost fatal for him to be stabbed.

"You..." Harper wanted to ask why he had risked his life for the emperor, but she didn't. Even though the emperor was his father, and had loved him these years, giving him whatever he needed in his weakness, there still seemed to be a missing piece to the puzzle. "Well, your wound is recovering well, and the poison in your body has been removed. I'll write another prescription to speed up your recovery. Please follow the prescription."

"Thank you very much, Aunt Harper." Francis' smile was as innocent as ever. He took out a sugar figurine and gave it to his aunt. "Take this as a thank you gift, Aunt Harper."