Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

"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 are, still worried about your face and flirting with beautiful girls. No one is satisfied with you. How dare you be close to His Majesty and talk about beauties? Who else deserves more to be hit?' "Hurry up. Take Lucas to the Imperial 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 this. I need to see her." "Lucas, you'd better have your wound dressed up first." Francis frowned. "Don't frighten the beauty with blood covered all over your face." "Yes, you're right, Francis. I must get my wound dressed first. I will not come back to the Imperial Palace any sooner. Father is too

leaned his body against the guard and cried out, "Ouch!" Francis watched Lucas walking away, and then

invent? They are not at all effective in performing their job." The emperor was feeling so unwell. He felt 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 be much better. "Father, don't be angry. I trust the Imperial Academy of Medicine. I am sure that they will make the new Longevity Pill soon. You may just have to sustain these miseries for a few more days." Francis was actually thrilled to see that