Forensic Imperial Concubine

"Wear them. I think they look good on you," Matthew stated or more like commanded, not giving Harper a chance to refuse.
"Prime Minister Charles."
"I'm here," Charles replied.
"I came to give my fiancee the betrothal gifts. Please ask anybody irrelevant to leave." The one he was actually referring to was
Carlson. Carlson had always been bold and reckless but he knew when to back down, especially when he was in front of people
with more power and influence than him. He knew that if he behaved recklessly in front of Matthew, he would be beaten until he
was almost dead. So even if Carlson was a little unwilling, he allowed himself to be dragged away by someone under Nicole's
order.
"Please come in, Your Highness." Charles wiped the sweat off his forehead and invited Matthew in. That day was such an odd
and riotous one. First, Carlson had come to make some troubles and wanted to take Harper away. And now, Matthew was here.
The emperor had just issued the imperial edict last night. However, Matthew was here to give her the betrothal gifts. It seemed
like Matthew couldn't wait to get married, as if he was very satisfied with the engagement.
Barry led Matthew inside, while Harper followed them slowly. She watched as Charles acted so humble in front of the prince.
"Little Harper," Matthew called out. He looked at Harper, only to find that she didn't have any reactions. She just looked down at
the tips of her shoes.
"Little Harper," he called out again, a little louder this time.
"What? Father, did you call me?" Confused, Harper looked up at Charles with a blank expression on her face.
The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, and he looked at Matthew. Harper followed his eyes and found that Matthew's face
became pale with anger. She asked with uncertainty, "Your Highness, were you calling me?"
"Is there someone else in here called Harper? Or if you don't like me calling you 'Little Harper, ' I can change it. What else would
you like me to call you?" Matthew asked in a rare chirpy temper.
Harper just felt sick. He was as cold as an iceberg, but he called her "Little Harper." And he even offered to address her
differently. Was this really the aloof prince in front of her?
"Harper Chu?" Harper tentatively asked.

"We are going to be married soon. It wouldn't feel right to call you by your full name. It wouldn't feel like we're close at all."
Matthew immediately refused.
"Harper?" she suggested again.
"That sounds fine. But since all of your friends call you that, it seems like I'm not special enough."
'Special? You want to be special?!' Harper thought. With everything that she was hearing, Harper had the impulse to curse. In
her opinion, he was here just to look for trouble. On top of that, he even made such a clumsy excuse. However, in front of
Matthew, she could only keep her head down decisively. "Your Highness, you may call me whatever you like. You can call me
'Little Harper' or 'Harper, ' and both are okay with me. It's better if you call me 'Harper Chu' though."
When he heard that she didn't care about what he called her, Matthew was a little upset. But since she had said that he could
call her as he liked, he said after thinking for a while, "Then, I will call you 'Harp, ' which sounds genial and no one calls you like
that. It's exclusive to me from now on."
Harper didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. "If you like it, Your Highness," she stated instead.
"Now Barry, show Harp the list of betrothal gifts. Harp, check if you are satisfied with them. If not, you can tell me whatever you
want. I'll ask Noah to handle this," Matthew said, getting delighted in an instant.
Taking the long list of gifts from Barry, Harper threw a quick glance at it. She then immediately looked at Matthew in disbelief.
Everything on the list was invaluable and any single item was enough for Charles to give her away. Harper thought it might be
too much for Matthew to treat her like this.
"Your Highness, this is too much."
"Of course, I should give you nothing but the best. If you don't mind, just take all of them. The wedding dress will be sent here in
a few days. If you want anything to be added, just tell Barry and he'll take care of it," Matthew calmly stated.
"Yes, Your Highness." If she were being honest, Harper was actually very flattered. She wanted to ask Matthew whether he had
emptied the storehouse of his mansion and visited the national treasury in order to collect so many priceless gifts. But she dared
not.
Looking at the boxes of betrothal presents being moved in and heaping up the whole yard, Charles was a little surprised.
Matthew had given so much importance to the marriage and sent so many betrothal presents. Should he devise a new plan and

make good use of his daughter? Matthew might be really satisfied with her, after all.
With these thoughts in mind, even Charles couldn't believe it. He turned to look at Harper's face. He couldn't help but notice that
she actually took after her mother who was indeed a beauty, both in appearance and manner. But Matthew had seen a lot of
other beauties. And even if Harper were to be considered as one of those women, it could not erase the fact that her previous
engagement had been broken off. How could he treat her with all of his heart? But if he didn't love her, the valuable betrothal
gifts didn't make sense!
While Charles was still pondering, he noticed that Matthew had asked his own bodyguard to stay. Immediately, he understood
that for Matthew, this was all just a show for them. Otherwise, why would he leave his bodyguard to protect these betrothal
presents?