Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 845

Soon enough, Miguel understood what Harper meant when she said that she was taking him to distract them from boredom. If he had known that it would be like this, he would go back to the capital by himself despite the inconvenience rather than be with her!

Right then, Diana ripped Miguel's clothes and curiously studied his wound. "Master, why did you use this medicine to heal his wound? It seems that he was hurt by an arrow and obviously, there was poison in it. Master, what kind of medicine did you use to detoxify him? The South Kingdom can also have the antidote for this. How about you poison him again? I want to try my method."

Without moving her eyes away from the book in her hand, Harper said, "Change the medicine for him and bind it up. My poison is not for your entertainment."

"Yes, master." While she was changing the medicine for Miguel, Diana said, "We saved him. Should we ask for a reward? It cost us a lot of good medicine to cure his wound."

Upon hearing those words, Harper seemed to agree with her. She thought about it for a while before saying, "You're the one who covered up his wound. Ask him what you want in return."

"Okay, I want three thousand taels of gold!" Diana exclaimed while she turned around and held up three fingers in front of Miguel's face.

"Why don't you just rob a bank then?!" Miguel yelled at her, feeling very much annoyed. The woman didn't just ask for three thousand taels of silver, but gold!

Diana put more pressure on his wound so Miguel gasped because of the pain. "You are such a bitch... Ah..."

"Please pay attention to what I'm about to say. You are in my carriage. Don't cry so miserably and make such a fuss, Prime Minister Miguel. Or else, the people outside may think that my men have done something to you. Although you look beautiful, you're actually too feminine. People around me don't like your type," Harper firmly said while she rigidly looked at Miguel.

'Type?' The word echoed in Miguel's mind. He was petrified, to say the least. Was he a mere object? Was he comparable to clothes that even Harper described him as just a "type"? "I'm a human being!" he exclaimed.

"I know. You can't be in my carriage right now if you're not a human. One more thing, learn to know your place. Try being humble when you're not at your own home." Harper didn't want to consider his dignity.

Miguel was enraged by what Harper had said, so he just shut his mouth and remained quiet. He just let Diana go on her own chatting without responding her. Because he knew that he would be choked to the point of vomiting blood if he said anything more.

After a while, Diana got tired after speaking too much. Harper handed her a cup of tea at the right time. After picking up the cup and gulping it down, Diana squatted down beside Miguel and continued her babble, which was a great torture to his ears.