Forensic Imperial Concubine

Harper didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. The pictures had been finished a long time ago, so she almost forgot about
them. Why would Matthew suddenly bring it up now? Could it be because he got stimulated seeing Francis? But it wasn't like she
did anything that might stimulate him when Francis was around. So, why would Matthew be interested in seeing the pictures?
If she had known things would go this way, she never would have painted the pictures to poke fun at Jason. Now, it turned out
that she had also gotten herself in trouble by doing so. Having this in mind, she looked at her husband in total bewilderment.
"Darling, don't tell me... that you have changed from being straight to gay?" Harper asked, as if this was the only logical reason
she could come up with to explain why Matthew was asking for the pictures.
However, she later swore to herself to never dare make such a joke to him ever again, for her waist almost got broken by this
man when they made love all because of this stupid joke!
"Matthew, you bastard!" Trying to catch her breath, Harper threw herself back to the bed. She felt weak from all the lovemaking.
'Is he still a human?' It was him who did all the work all over her body, so it should be him who was more exhausted, right? But
why was it that she was the one who had to beg for mercy in the end? And why was she the one gasping for breath on the bed
right now? It didn't make any sense!
"Are you getting up, Your Highness?" Forsythia checked up on Harper, trying to hold back her laughter.
Rolling her eyes, Harper replied, "Go ahead and laugh if you want. I won't punish you for this!"
But when Forsythia burst out laughing, Harper's face darkened. In the end, Harper decided to just ignore it and go back to sleep.
There was still some time before the Worship Ceremony started, so she could take a nap again before watching the grand
ceremony of the South Kingdom.
When Matthew came back, he noticed that Forsythia was waiting outside the house. With his eyebrows raised, he asked, "Hasn't
Harper gotten up yet?"
"No, Your Highness. Perhaps Her Highness was too tired and just fell asleep again," she smiled. "The ceremony will begin in the
afternoon. So, it should be fine if she gets a bit more sleep."
"I'll have a look," Matthew insisted When he pushed the door open, he immediately spotted Harper who had turned herself into a
silkworm by wrapping herself up with the quilt. She was sleeping soundly. When he saw this, a doting smile crept onto his face.
Then, he reached out to pull Harper out of the quilt and said, "Harp, time to get up. You should wash up and have something to
eat. The Worship Ceremony is going to take place today, and it's already bustling outside."

Getting up was the last thing Harper wanted to do now. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the strength to resist Matthew. So,
she had no other choice but to let him dress her up, as she lazily leaned against his chest like a spoiled little girl.
Matthew slowly and elegantly dressed Harper up, but when he was about halfway through, he suddenly stopped and said, "On
second thought, I don't think it's such a good idea. Let me help you take your clothes off."
Hearing those words, Harper instantly woke up. She quickly freed herself from his arms, grabbed her clothes from him, and got
dressed as fast as she possibly could without bothering to check how she looked. "It's time to get up. I shouldn't be sleeping any
longer. You're spoiling me too much."
Matthew rested his hands on the bed, looking at Harper up and down, and he answered, "Well, I think you're craving for the bed
because you miss me and want me. As your husband, I don't want to force you to get out of the bed, and should satisfy you
instead."
Upon these words, Harper's face turned red at once. Then, she poked Matthew's chest and protested, "Do you have no sense of
shame? It's daytime now; stop thinking about any weird thoughts which are not appropriate for children!"
Matthew chuckled, quite amused with her scolding him. "All I'm saying is that if you want to sleep a little longer, then I'll let you do
so. Is that really something inappropriate for children? What on earth are you talking about, Harp?"
Harper's face was red-flushed in embarrassment. Then, she shifted her gaze somewhere else and whispered under her breath,
asking Forsythia to bring her water so she could wash up. "Matthew, will anything happen during today's Worship Ceremony?"
"Of course not," Matthew flatly replied. "The people in the South Kingdom take the ceremony very seriously, including King
Lance himself. Their purpose is to draw us here. Given that we're already here, and that their goal has already been achieved,
there is no longer any reason for them to pull any tricks at one of their most important events."
Upon hearing his explanation, Harper thought about it for a while and said, "In other words, they may still take actions once the
ceremony is over, and we can't say for certain that we'll be safe by then."
"If Francis can wait till the ceremony is over, then we can have another peaceful day," Matthew admitted. Seeing Harper brushing
her hair in front of the mirror, he went over, took the comb in her hand and proceeded to skillfully comb and style her hair before
heading out.
The Worship Ceremony was a festival everyone in the South Kingdom had been looking forward to. During this event, the Holy
Maiden would go to the altar to pray for them. Instead of joining in the procession of envoys, Matthew and his men joined the

crowd of the excited commoners, watching the slender figure standing on the altar in the distance. The figure was wearing a
strange-looking mask used for praying.
"Is that the Holy Maiden?" Harper asked, feeling quite curious. "It's such a pity that I can't see the face behind that strange mask.
There are so many people here blocking my view. Oh, no..."
As soon as he heard that, Matthew immediately crouched down and let Harper ride on his neck to give her a better view of what
was going on from the crowd. Excitedly poking Matthew's head, Harper said, "Look, darling, the dance of the ceremony is so
beautiful. The Holy Maiden's figure is so seductive. I bet her face must be quite beautiful as well."
"In my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon." An affectionate smile appeared on Matthew's
face when he softly said those sweet words. Harper, on the other hand, was beaming with happiness after hearing what he said.
As he sat on the high platform, Francis noticed Harper at once. His face was devoid of any expression, but the surprise in his
eyes could not be concealed. In every aspect, Matthew was a prince who held a high position and stood above many others. In
spite of that, he let Harper sit on his shoulders, something which couldn't be done even by an ordinary man. How could Matthew
act like it wasn't that big of a deal? How could he not be bothered by the people turning their heads and giving them odd looks?