Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Chapter 665

"I will visit Father now." Then Lucas proceeded straight into the Tranquil Hall without waiting for anyone to inform the emperor
about his arrival. Francis squinted his eyes, but said nothing. His brother Lucas had always been a special person. There was no
need for him to ask for their father's permission, no matter whether he went to the Imperial Study or into the Tranquil Hall.
"Your Highness, you too must be here to visit His Majesty," Andy greeted Francis.
"Lucas just returned from the disaster relief, so I walked with him. He did a great service during the relief efforts, and this has
impressed many officials. I'm sure Father will be very happy when he comes to know about this," Francis said calmly.
"Bastard!" While both Andy and Francis were talking, they heard an angry yell from the emperor. They were still waiting outside,
so they didn't know what was happening inside the Tranquil Hall. Suddenly, they saw Lucas rushing out with blood on his face.
His head seemed to have been hit.
"What's wrong, Lucas?" Francis was quite astonished.
Covering the wound on his forehead, Lucas said, "I'm fine. I don't know why, but Father somehow lost his temper all of a sudden.
Look, he even smashed my head. Lord Andy, you're too unkind. My father was in a terrible mood, but you didn't tell me. I wasn't
just scolded, but was hit when I went in. My face is very important to me. Without this handsome face, how could I flirt with the
beautiful girls?"

'You deserve it!' Andy secretly scolded, 'Are you even aware of the current situation we are in? His Majesty is getting weaker and
weaker, and the empire is facing internal and external challenges. Now the imperial court has strongly advised either Prince

Academy of Medicine and have his wound dressed." Francis ordered someone to take Lucas for dressing his wound. Lucas pressed his head and weakly leaned against a guard. "I think I will die. My face will be ruined. My Yvette will be heartbroken to see me like

headed straight to the Imperial Academy of Medicine. Along the way, he leaned his body against the guard and cried out, "Ouch!" Francis watched Lucas walking away, and then he stepped

stopped at a fair distance away and said, "Good day, Father."
"Francis, it's you." The emperor looked dispirited. The pieces of broken teacups were still on the floor, and some of them were
visibly stained with blood. Presumably, they were from the cup used to smash Lucas.
"Tell me, Father, why are you so angry?" Francis summoned someone for clearing up the fragments on the floor before he went
in closer to the emperor. "Father, you don't look well. Is something wrong?"

as if thousands of ants were biting him all over. He kept on scratching his ears and cheeks and didn't know what to do. He felt that he was living a hell of a life and even thought death would

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255