Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 560

The steward of Francis's mansion came in to report, "Your Highness, Lord Andy is here."

Francis nodded slightly and continued to mold the sugar figurine in his hand. Interestingly, it was in his own shape this time. "Let him in."

"Good evening, Your Highness," Andy greeted Francis with a smile and bowed down.

"Please rise, Lord Andy," Francis said in a soft tone. "How is Father?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. His Majesty is fine. He's just worried about your health. That's why he ordered me to bring you some ginseng to add your nutrition. The imperial physician informed His Majesty that you have lost too much blood. After hearing that, His Majesty ordered me to send you all the top quality ginseng from the storehouse."

"I am so grateful to Father for his kindness and concern," said Francis. He struggled hard to sit up and make a kowtow to express his gratitude, but his wound was affected. Immediately, he opened his mouth and gasped in pain. Andy rushed forward to stop him and said, "Your Highness, please don't move. The wound is not fully healed. It might get even worse if it gets torn. His Majesty knows quite well about your love and respect for him and cares about your health very much."

"I can walk now. It's just that my wound got pulled up because of my excitement," Francis said with a smile. "Please tell Father that I'm recovering well. Also, please tell him not to worry about me. He should pay more attention to take care of himself."

"Your Highness, I will surely convey your words to His Majesty. Please have a good rest. I'm going back to the Imperial Palace and report to His Majesty right away." Lord Andy smiled like the Maitreya Buddha and took permission to leave. Among all the sons of the emperor, Francis was the most easygoing.

"Send Lord Andy out," Francis ordered the steward.

Before Andy walked out with a smile, the sugar figurines molded by Francis came into his sight. He couldn't help but feel funny. He was quite surprised to find that Francis had such a hobby.

The news about Matthew's return to the imperial capital was already swirling in the town.

In Maxwell's mansion, he was reviewing the military reports in his study. His wife, Ivy, came with a cup of ginseng tea. "Maxwell, it's already late at night. You should take care of yourself. I've made a cup of ginseng tea for you."

"Put it down. I will drink it later," Maxwell said without even raising his head.

Hearing this, she placed the tea on the desk. But she didn't leave immediately but kept staring at him for quite a while. Then she asked hesitantly, "Maxwell, have you been dissatisfied with your concubines in our mansion recently?"

Maxwell stopped writing as soon as he heard the question. He raised his head, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Recently, you have not been visiting any of your concubines. Instead, you are regularly sleeping in the study. If you're tired of all of them, I can recruit two other beautiful concubines for you... Cough." Ivy began to cough. Recently, she coughed a lot, and always felt weak.

"You think too much. I'm just busy with my work these days. It's cold, so you'd better wear some warm clothes. If you feel unhealthy, just call the physician in the mansion to diagnose you," Maxwell said in a flat tone. "Besides, what's the use of having more concubines? None of them can bear a child for me."

Hearing Maxwell's words, his wife felt uneasy and her face suddenly turned pale. "Sorry, Maxwell, it's my entire fault. I wish I had borne a child for you."

"All right. You can leave now. I have to finish with these files," Maxwell said impatiently. He was no longer interested in dealing with any of the women in his mansion. He understood that more women would result in inviting more trouble. The female population in his mansion was so stupendous that he couldn't even find out who had poisoned him. Fortunately, he remembered what Harper had told him. She had shared her observation that the woman who had poisoned him would have similar physical conditions as that to him. That was when he decided to check all the women in his mansion for similarities with him, but couldn't come to a conclusion, as several among them were akin to him.

"General." The deputy general walked in.

"Prepared well?" Maxwell asked in an apathetic tone.

"Yes, everything is ready. It's perfectly arranged and no one would cast any doubt," the deputy general said decisively. But he was confused about Maxwell's future course of action. He even wondered if Maxwell was mentally stimulated, as he himself incited his concubine to cheat on him, and would go to catch their adultery in bed.

"If everything is ready, you may leave now," Maxwell ordered immediately. His intention was to remove one of the questionable concubines. Although he wasn't sure which of his concubines had poisoned him, he would rather kill them all than let go of the real criminal.

"Yes."

Tonight, Maxwell's mansion was doomed to be devoid of peace. Due to her poor health recently, Ivy seldom slept tight. So, she got easily disturbed by the noise coming from outside. It was the middle of the night, and she felt something unusual. She immediately asked her maid, "What's happening outside? It's so noisy."

"My Lady, it's because something happened in Lady Chelsea's house. She committed adultery and was caught cheating in the bed by the General," the maid said in a low voice. "General is in Lady Chelsea's yard now. He has ordered to kill her."

Ivy felt restless at the news. She got dressed quickly, and said, "Let's go and have a look."

"Yes, My Lady."

She then led a group of people to Chelsea's yard. When they arrived there, what they witnessed was a pathetic scene. Maxwell had ordered the servants to blindfold Chelsea, and she was about to be drowned into a pond. Naked, Chelsea was tied up tightly with a rope, and her beautiful face was filled with fear. She couldn't help but shake her head. She wanted to open her mouth to beg for mercy, but she couldn't say a word, as her mouth was stuffed with a cloth.

"Maxwell, this…" Ivy mumbled. She felt embarrassed because of the scandal in the clan. But, when she came here, to her surprise, she found that all of the concubines were present there. Obviously, Maxwell wanted to take the chance to warn other women despite the shame.

"Throw her down," Maxwell ordered coldly. He was sitting on a chair in the yard and was directing the whole proceedings. Then several guards lifted Chelsea, and threw her into the pond.