Forensic Imperial Concubine

With an innocent smile on her face, Harper said, "I've been poisoned? When did it happen? I didn't even realize it."
"I smeared poison on the empress' robe I gave you yesterday," Francis said as he looked at Harper, feeling quite sorry for her in
his heart. "I knew Uncle Matthew would surely show up today, so I came up with such a plan just in case."
Matthew didn't utter a single word and simply stared at Harper. Harper then took a step toward Francis and asked him, "What do
you want?"
"I want you to leave with me," Francis said, still not willing to give up. A sensible person should know clearly how to make a
decision between dying or leaving with him. "Let Uncle Matthew become the new emperor. To tell you the truth, the throne isn't
really what I've always wanted."
"He has no interest in the throne," Harper stated, slowly walking toward Francis. Seeing this, Ken frowned slightly and held the
sword tighter, as if he was unsure whether he should put it away or continue pointing it at Francis' neck.
Gently pushing Ken's sword away, Harper said, "General Ken, the sword is too sharp. You should be careful. You might injure
me."
Before making a decision, Ken looked at Matthew. Seeing that Matthew didn't say anything or show any sign of being against it,
he immediately drew back his sword and took a step back.
"Uncle Matthew, do you really have no interest in the throne?" Francis asked in curiosity. When he saw Harper stand in front of
him, he instantly understood what her decision was going to be. Matthew didn't dare to stop her, because he didn't want to risk
her life. However, there was no way he was going to give up so easily. "Lucas is inferior to you in terms of both prestige and
ability. If you ascend the throne and become the emperor, the Bright Dynasty would be capable of competing against the Great
Jade Kingdom. On the other hand, if Lucas ascends the throne..."
When Lucas heard that, his face became overcast. He knew that he would be no match for Rolando at all. Rolando was another
rare genius in the world, a match for Matthew. What Francis said did make perfect sense. If Matthew became the emperor of the
Bright Dynasty, no one would dare to invade the Bright Dynasty. That was because Matthew was different from all of the previous
emperors in the history of the Bright Dynasty, for he was a man who didn't know how to give in. He would not attack anybody
who was friendly to him, but he would always retaliate at any cost when he was attacked.
"I told you that I have no interest in the throne. Hand over the antidote," Matthew ordered, his face turning dark. Malicious killing
intent flashed across his eyes.

As a smile crept onto his face, Francis calmly said, "Uncle Matthew, if I give you the antidote right now, how are you going to let
me go? I know your abilities quite well. It wouldn't be difficult for you to kill me unless I have some bargain chips in my hands."
"It's good that you are aware of my abilities. Before I want to cut you into pieces, hand over the antidote!"
Stretching out his hand, Francis grabbed Harper's arm and took her to step backward. "Once I'm sure that I'm safe, I'll give you
the antidote..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the clear sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh suddenly came through. Then,
Francis lowered his head to have a look in utter disbelief. With a faint smile on her face, Harper looked at the grief-stricken
Francis. Without so much as a hint of mercy, she pushed the dagger deeper into his body.
"Has anyone ever told you that I am a woman who will seek revenge for the smallest grievance?" Harper whispered right into
Francis' ear. "I've told you before. If you dare to lay a finger on my man, I will never let you go so easily."
Francis opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. At first, he had thought that the reason why Harper stabbed him was
because he had poisoned her. However, she had made it very clear that her reason was because he had taken action against
Matthew. Now, Matthew was here safe and sound, but she still didn't hesitate to kill him at all.
"You... Don't you want to get the antidote?" Francis asked. At that moment, it was too painful to breathe. The one person he had
loved so deeply gave him a fatal blow right when he was caught up in the most difficult situation.
At that moment, Harper wore such a bright and lovely smile, which made her look like a beautiful flower. But in Francis' eyes, she
seemed so cold that he felt as though his blood could freeze due to the coldness.
"I guess you weren't aware that I'm immune to all kinds of poisons," Harper explained, still wearing the vibrant smile on her face.
"Up to now, no poison has been able to poison me. At least I have yet to find one."
After saying that, Harper suddenly pulled out the dagger, leaving the blood to splash all over her, but she didn't seem to care at
all. It was only then that Francis released his grip on Harper's hand and stumbled back, looking extremely heartbroken. He had
thought that Harper at least liked him a little. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have tried her best to cure him.
"Harper, don't you like me even just a little?" Francis asked, clearly in so much pain while covering his wound with his hands. In
his mind, he couldn't help wondering how Harper could bear stabbing him if she liked him even just a little.

"No, not at all!" Harper said in a rather cold tone, her eyes devoid of any affection for him whatsoever. "I have wanted to kill you
ever since you applied Terminalia Chebula to me."
Francis staggered backwards in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe that Harper had been wanting to kill him from such a long
time ago. Despite her killing intent, she had remained composed and hadn't shown any sign of her real intention in front of him.
In fact, the only time she had expressed her anger was when he said he wanted to make her his empress.
"You are so good at acting!"
"Compared to you, I actually am ashamed of my inferiority to you when it comes to acting."
"Francis!" Jason broke free from Fred's clutches and ran to Francis immediately to support him. As he glared at Harper, he
wanted to give her a talking-to so bad, but he couldn't say a word. After all, Harper simply did what she wanted to do. Since
Francis and he had framed her up over and over again, how could he blame her for wanting to exact revenge on them? "Let's
go!" he said.
"No one shall be allowed to leave. Leave Jason who's already at his dying breath and kill all the rest."