Forensic Imperial Concubine

Chapter 72 The Conflict Between Maxwell And Harper (Part One)

"My Lady, are you all right?" Nina asked anxiously. She then fetched the medicine kit and intended to clean the wound on the back of Harper's hand. The cut was not deep, but it could not be ignored. If the wound was not treated well, then there might be a scar, leaving an ugly mark forever on her hand.

But Harper stopped Nina. She looked at the wound on the back of her hand, and her eyes were so dark that no one could see through her thoughts and emotions. It was obvious that her aura had changed.

"Excuse me, My Lady?" Nina felt a bit uneasy, noticing this change. She shuddered when she saw Harper staring at the wound on her hand. There was a hint of cruelty in Harper's eyes.

"Leave me alone. I want to stay alone for a while," ordered Harper in an indifferent tone.

"Yes, My Lady." Nina put down the medicine kit and did as she was ordered.

As soon as Nina closed the door, blood began to drip down from the corner of Harper's mouth. She wiped the blood, looking cold and indifferent.

"I was going to let you go, but you are hell-bent on digging your own grave. I'm am forced to take an action to defend myself. Don't blame me for anything. You asked for it! You are going to die anyway. Yvonne would be happy to see this! You owe her your life!" Harper said softly, but her gentle words reeked of coldness.

Harper took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in her chest. She knew for sure it was Felicia who had poisoned her. But Felicia was unaware of the fact that Harper was special. Whatever toxin she took in, it would soon be discharged from her body. In short, it would be fair to say that Harper was immune to poison. If it wasn't for the special trait of her body, she would have died already.

"Nina."

"Yes, My Lady."

"Get ready. We are going out," Harper said slowly. She had already come up with a plan. But if she wanted to execute the plan successfully, she would need someone's help. Besides, she didn't want others to be suspicious of her. Carrie hated Felicia to the core, so Harper was sure that Carrie wouldn't let any chance to hurt Felicia slip away.

"Yes, My Lady," Nina replied obediently.

Due to Felicia's death, the Chu Clan and Kevin's family did not get along well these days. The Chu Clan was having a rough time. Recently, most members of the Chu Clan had kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public. When Harper appeared on the street, people didn't instantly recognize her. But slowly, she began to capture everyone's attention. People stopped doing what they were doing, whispering amongst themselves to discuss her. She had become so famous that it was impossible to blend with the crowd, no matter how hard she tried.

"Oh, isn't that Lady Harper from the Chu Clan?" A lewd voice came, and then a wretched man blocked Harper's way. "Harper, where are you going?"

Ignoring the man in front of her, Harper turned around and was about to leave. However, the man reached out and stopped her. "You're growing more and more beautiful. I thought you might become gaunt after Hansen abandoned you. But it seems that you are living a good life."

The man went ahead and was about to caress Harper's face. However, someone grabbed his hand, stopping him from touching her. "How dare you flirt with a woman in broad daylight!"

"Who the hell are you? How dare you..." The man turned his head and saw the man holding his wrist. Frightened, he knelt down at once. "Ge... General Maxwell." Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"James, you think your shameless acts are charming, don't you?" Maxwell asked in a cold voice.

That man, James Wang, was scared and began to tremble. His earlier enthusiasm was completely gone. "General, please calm down. I... I was just kidding with Lady Harper," he begged.

"Fuck off! If I see you doing something of this sort again, I'll punish you immediately! Trust me, kid. You will not want to know what kind of punishment it will be." With a flick of his fist, James Wang fell to the ground. He stood up and immediately ran away, despite the pain.

As soon as he was gone, Harper turned to Maxwell and said, "Thank you, General."

"I haven't seen you for days. Your temper seems to have improved," Maxwell snorted coldly. "Earlier, you were brave enough to scheme against Prince Matthew. And now, you stood like an innocent lady while this scoundrel was trying to mess with you."

"Don't joke with me, please. I never had the guts to plot against Prince Matthew nor have I made such attempts. And as far as James is concerned, I wasn't afraid of him. It's just that I didn't want to waste my time and energy talking with such a disgusting person." Even if it was only a rumor that she had plotted against Matthew, Harper feared a great deal when she heard about it. Matthew did not have a good temper. If the rumor continued to spread like a wildfire, Harper was afraid it would reach Matthew's ears someday. And from what she knew, he wouldn't think twice before killing her.

"I've heard that your clan has been at odds with Prince Kevin and his family because Hansen maltreated his wife to death on their wedding night. From my point of view, you were fortunate since Hansen called off his engagement to you. Otherwise, it would have been terrible!" After finishing his words, Maxwell turned around and began to walk whereas Harper stood where she was.

Maxwell took a few steps forward and found that Harper didn't walk with him. A look of displeasure showed on his face. "Keep up with me!" he ordered.

Harper looked around and found that Maxwell seemed to be talking to her. But to avoid misunderstandings, she pointed at herself deliberately and asked, "General, are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone else?" Maxwell was annoyed. It seemed that Harper took pleasure in making him upset and angry. Once again he thought of the time when his concubine had fooled him. Harper revealed it to him, making him seem like an idiot. But he was a reasonable man and not someone who would vent his anger blindly. Slowly, he came to realize it wasn't Harper's fault. And now, he had come to talk to Harper about something serious.

Seeing his expression, Harper immediately understood he was here for a serious matter, so she followed him into the teahouse nearby. The waiter greeted them and led them to sit on the second floor.

"Hope you are both having a good day! What would you like to order, please?"

Maxwell was a careless man. He did not know much about tea. So he said to Harper, "It's up to you."

Harper then ordered a pot of green tea and two plates of cakes.

Her order was well received by the waiter who left the table and went to the kitchen to deliver the order at once. Before long, the waiter came back with the tea and snacks they had ordered.