Forensic Imperial Concubine

Francis was very pleased with Harper's confession. He waited outside patiently as she went inside the bedroom to try on the
clothes. The red robe just seemed perfect for her, revealing her tenderness and charm as a woman.
Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Harper recalled, "When I got married, I didn't worry about my look in the wedding dress.
So I didn't bother to give a careful look at my appearance. Now it seems that I don't look very outstanding in such a dress. What
should I do? If Matthew believes that divorce agreement, he will think that I have betrayed him. Then he may even fall in love
with another woman. What can I do if things end up that way?"
Forsythia had been so depressed that she wanted to weep. However, after hearing out Harper, she didn't know whether she
should laugh or cry. The news they had heard in the Imperial Study hadn't been confirmed yet, but she knew that Harper was
very worried.
"Your Highness, His Highness will be fine." Forsythia tried to comfort her. "His Highness is a brave and powerful warrior, and an
incredible legend. How could such a man get killed by rascals? His Highness will be back safe and sound."
"Yes, he will be back safe and sound," Harper said. Then she took off the empress's robe. "Inform Francis that the robe fits me
well and needn't be modified. And tell him to go back."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Francis was waiting outside joyfully. He imagined how Harper would look in the empress's robe. However, contrary to his
expectations, Forsythia came out of the room and not Harper. She said, "Your Highness, Lady Harper has tried on the robe and it
fits her well. There is no need for any modifications. Please go back."
Francis' excitement disappeared instantly. For a moment, he didn't react. Forsythia didn't move either. Quite for a while, Francis
didn't make a move, and neither did she.
After some time, Francis slowly stood up and walked out. Tomorrow was his wedding day with Harper. There was no need for
him to be impatient. It didn't matter if he saw her in the red robe earlier or later. Anyway, he was about to see it soon and there
was no need for him to hurry.
As soon as Francis stepped out, Forsythia shut the door in a hurry. Francis took a quick glance back and clenched his fists. The
sound from his joints could be heard.
"Your Highness..." Owen looked at Francis cautiously.

"Let's go back. The enthronement ceremony is about to take place tomorrow. We have to be fully prepared for it in case of any
unexpected trouble." Although the procession escorting Lilian to the Great Jade Kingdom had informed the news that Matthew
had been killed by assassins and his dead body was being sent back to the imperial capital, Francis was still a little worried. He
knew Matthew wasn't an ordinary person. Even if Rolando personally took action against Matthew, he might still not be able to
kill Matthew. Then how could Matthew get killed by some petty assassins? No matter whether the news was true or false,
Francis thought he ought to be well prepared for both scenarios.
"Your Highness, the security guards both for the Imperial Palace and tomorrow's enthronement ceremony have been arranged.
Everything is under control," Owen reported in a low voice.
"I don't worry about anyone except Matthew. If he comes back, things will not be the same." Francis was terrified of Matthew. He
knew that his security guards could stop others, but Matthew was a rare breed. Stopping him was impossible.
"They say Prince Matthew is dead," Owen reminded.
"Only a fool will believe that." Francis didn't believe a single word about Matthew's death. He was certain that Matthew was still
alive. Moreover, he was worried that Matthew might have already returned to the imperial capital and might be planning to give
him a fatal blow tomorrow.
"You possess the testamentary edict in your hands, so you have the justifiable reason to ascend the throne. He can't attack you,
Your Highness," Owen said. "Lady Harper has already divorced him. Even if he wanted to harm you, there wouldn't be any solid
reason for him to do that."
"Since when does he need reasons to do things?" Francis asked, as he felt Owen sounded ridiculous. Matthew never needed
any reason to do things he wanted. He did everything based on his free will. Even though he restrained from many things after
his marriage, he still acted willfully, and even taught Harper to do things in his way.
Owen smiled in embarrassment as he realized that his master was right. No matter whether Prince Matthew had hit, scolded or
even killed someone, it was always the person's own fault. He didn't need a reason, as nobody had the audacity to question him.
"So... should we strengthen the defense?"
"No need for that. I have something else for him in my mind. Once he comes, he will be greatly impressed and will never forget
it," Francis sneered. "He could not use his Black Flag Army now. He is only left with his secret guards. How many secret guards
would he have? I am the justifiable heir to the throne, so he can't harm me, though he is my uncle!"

"Your Highness, are you sure that you can make it?" Owen was a little worried. After all, everyone knew about Matthew's
abilities. It was impossible to defend an attack from him.
Francis smiled and patted Owen on his shoulder. "As long as the testamentary edict is in my hands, he won't dare to do
anything. Be rest assured of it. Even if he enters the Imperial Palace, he won't be able to harm me."
"I think it would be better to add more guards, just in case," Owen said. He then proceeded to arrange for more guards. He had
to be certain that everything would go smoothly for tomorrow's enthronement ceremony.