Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 597

Seeing Francis' grief, Harper felt sorry for him. As a very handsome man, when he wept in front of others in despair, even the stone-hearted Harper couldn't suppress her sympathy. She even held back from what she wanted to ask.

"Was it you who plotted against Alexander?" Matthew asked what Harper intended to ask. Seeing that she turned her head aside, he understood that she didn't want to ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to clarify things.

With a bitter smile on his face, Francis said, "Uncle Matthew, do you think I am that ruthless? How could you even think I would conspire against a child?"

Francis knew what had happened to Alexander. Alexander was framed for murder and put into prison. If Harper and Matthew hadn't been to save him by finding evidence in his favor, he would have been executed already.

"So, you were really not the chief conspirator?" Matthew didn't hide his suspicion.

"No. It wasn't me," Francis said, looking at Harper. "If it was really me, I wouldn't hide it from you. What I want is very simple. I just wish to take revenge on my father."

"All right. You are not supposed to say these words casually," Matthew said in a flat tone. You'd better get back to your mansion right now. Since you've been in my mansion for a long time today, it would invite suspicion from others."

Hearing that, Francis stood up downheartedly and said in an indistinct voice, "Uncle Matthew, Aunt Harper, if you want me to do something, please let me know. Also, I wouldn't hesitate to let you know anything you want to know from me."

"Send Prince Francis back to his mansion,"

Matthew ordered the steward. Francis was then escorted back to his mansion. Harper remained silent as she was immersed in thoughts about what Francis had told them. Matthew felt her silence quite surprising.

"Don't think too much," Matthew said, holding Harper in his arms. "I'm here with you."

Resting her body in her husband's arms, she said, "It's not easy to be a member of the royal family, is it?"

"Well, that's a hard truth, and you're not the only person to share that thought," Matthew consoled her.

"Why would His Majesty poison his own son? Francis was poisoned with something that was highly toxic. What made him hate Francis so much that he decided to torture him in this way?" Harper asked in confusion. The emperor always seemed to be very fond of Francis, but he had been poisoning him for more than a dozen years. Harper just couldn't make out the contradiction.

"Because of a prophecy," Matthew intoned. "At the time of Francis' birth, an eminent monk was in the imperial capital. He said that Francis was an incarnation of a disaster star. He also said that he had too hard a fate, and because of this fate, His Majesty would end up in the hands of death, sooner or later."

"His Majesty poisoned his own son just because of such a groundless prophecy?" Harper was shocked. But soon, she recalled that the people here were all superstitious, and the emperor had been kind to Francis by not killing him as soon as he heard the prophecy.