Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 612

When Nancy returned, she saw that the spell doll was still on the table. Nancy was a little worried. "Your Majesty, we need to be careful with this spell doll. We don't know where it came from but it's obviously a voodoo doll. It could get us in big trouble if someone else finds us with it. You know how His Majesty detests the use of voodoo curses."

The empress nodded and put the spell doll away quickly. "Take care of all the other people who saw the spell doll. I can't afford the risk of being accused of practicing voodoo curses."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nancy knew exactly what the empress meant. Anyone who knew about the spell doll must be silenced. And nobody kept a secret better than the dead. There were so many people in the palace, and if any of them leaked the information, the empress would be imperiled. Felix was still held in confinement and the emperor was trying to support Francis. So they had to take extra care at this critical juncture.

"Nanny Nancy." As soon as Nancy emerged from the Sleek Palace, she met Francis. Her face hardened a little and she greeted him promptly and formally.

"Your Highness."

"I wish to visit Mother. Is she inside?"

"Her Majesty is not feeling well, and she went to bed after breakfast. I'm afraid she is unavailable at this moment."

"Mother is not feeling well? Have you summoned the imperial physician yet?"

"Yes. The imperial physician said Her Majesty needed more rest," Nancy answered meekly. "If Her Majesty knew that you came here to visit her, she would be delighted. But she needs some more rest to get better."

"Well, I will come to see Mother some other day."

After that, Francis turned his heels and went away. His movements were slow and graceful. He had been an invalid for many years, so even now he had a long way to go until full recovery. His face was still pale, as if he hadn't been in the sun for years.

Nancy's eyes followed Francis' retreating back. She always felt that despite the seeming gentleness and harmlessness of the prince, he had a natural elegance about him. Besides, Francis had demonstrated his keen intellect since he was a child, and gained a reputation as a prodigy at the age of five. But since then, he had spent most of his time lying in his sickbed in a long struggle with his illness.

"Your Highness, will you pay a visit to Lady Sherry today?" Owen asked.

"No, let's get out of the Imperial Palace now." Francis frowned and covered his mouth with a handkerchief as he coughed.

Seeing this, Owen wrapped a cloak around his master's shoulders and tied it for him. "It's getting warmer now, but it's still a little cold. Your Highness, you're still recovering and you should be more careful to avoid a cold."