FreeNovelWhile looking at Francis' receding figure, Harper gnashed her teeth in anger. If she hadn't controlled herself, she would have
eaten him alive. 'How dared he plot against me! Since I became Princess Harper, no one had ever dared to do that. He was the
first one.'
Even Forsythia was so surprised that her mind started to wander off. 'If Lady Harper became Prince Francis' wife, how would
Prince Matthew react? He would never allow such a horrendous thing to happen!'
"Your Highness, you can't be Prince Francis' wife!"
"Have you lost your mind? Of course, I won't agree to that!" Harper quickly turned to Forsythia, feeling somewhat uneasy. When
did Francis start to plot against her? He even made a fake divorce agreement and stole her jade bracelets which Matthew gave
to her as a token of their love. If it was only the divorce agreement, Matthew might not believe it. But the bracelets completely
changed everything.
"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Nina and Anabel became worried as well. When Harper was imprisoned in the
palace, they too were taken there to restrain her while taking care of her. If Harper did anything to try and escape, Francis would
threaten her with their lives.
Harper frowned before saying, "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if Matthew received the divorce agreement. If Matthew and I kept
the matter a secret, who else would know about the divorce, right?"
The maids looked at each other and felt even more worried. They all thought that Harper was too optimistic. Since Francis had
made his move, he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.
she wasn't able to be updated with what was happening outside. The palace was heavily guarded that even her men couldn't
come in to relay information right away. As a result, there was nothing she could do since every move would just be too risky.
She really hoped that someone could tell her any news from outside the palace. "Prince Jason is here." A maid's voice came
from outside the room. Harper's eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth raised into a smile. She suddenly remembered that
yesterday, she had promised Jason she would give him the thirty-six peaches-sharing skills as a gift. Jason might be the one she
had been hoping for! They were even a little close because they studied with the same master for quite some time!
The moment Jason reached the door, the first thing he saw was Harper waving at him with a bright smile. He stepped back and
looked at the plaque on the top of the door. Only after he was certain that he didn't walk to the wrong hall did he walk in and
approach her. He said, "Why do you look so happy? I feel like something is wrong." "Jason, are you here for the gift?" Harper
asked while serving a cup of tea for him. Affection flashed in Jason's eyes for a moment, but he pretended that he didn't care at
all. "Are you saying that the gift is ready?" "Not yet, but it's just a piece of cake. I can prepare it right away. I assure you it won't
take long." Harper's eyes sparkled when she quickly asked her maids to prepare a writing brush, ink stick, paper, and inkstone.
"Is there anything interesting that
happened outside the palace recently?" she casually asked.
Jason furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Is it interesting that the new emperor is going to take the throne?"
"I mean anything that I care about or anything related to me." Harper picked up the writing brush and began to draw pictures. Her
method was actually very unique but the characters turned out wonderful.
"Well, I heard that the new emperor is planning to make you his empress. It's a good thing..." Jason stated but his voice trailed
away when he recognized the figure in the picture. "Is that me?" he asked, pointing at the pretty man on the paper.
after a short while. "Jason, I'm giving this to you as a token of our fellowship. This is the only copy in the world. I have been
skilled at this for a long time but I haven't painted that much until now." As soon as the first picture was finished, Harper handed it
to Jason. She then continued to draw a second one. Jason was holding the picture in his hand when suddenly, his hands started
shaking, his mouth trembling, and his whole body shivering. He was furious!
Jason slammed the picture on the table and exclaimed, "Harper Chu! What did you just paint?"
Because of that, Harper almost made a mistake in the second picture that she was working on. "I've told you already. It's the .
peach-sharing skills!"
Jason's face turned livid. "Does the peach-sharing skill mean gay stuff?"
"Yes. What else would it mean?" With a few and quick brush strokes, another figure appeared on the paper. The protagonist was
still Jason and the other figure was the gentle and elegant Francis.
Jason was enraged. He screamed, "I am not gay! I don't like men!"
"I see. You don't need to be so defensive about it. It's just a picture. I thought both of you will look really good on the picture so I
chose to draw you. If you like it, I'm going to give it to you. If you don't, I'll just send it to Francis then." Harper glanced at Jason
briefly. Soon enough, the second picture was finished and she passed it to Jason as well.
The prince was fuming with rage at that point, but he had to praise her fine work. She had painted the characters with great
detail that even their facial expressions were very clear. He could only enjoy and find the picture very attractive, if he were to
ignore that there were two men in it. 'Bah!' Jason silently sneered to himself.
"No more picture." Jason grabbed Harper's wrist.
"If you ruin my picture today, I will go to the Golden Hall and draw the same pictures tomorrow. That way, all of the officials can
see them. Trust me. Whenever I want to do something, I'll definitely do everything with my best efforts," Harper said in a
threatening tone.
Jason felt very helpless. He wanted to stop her but was also afraid that she would take it out on him. But if he didn't do anything,
he would feel sorry for himself. So he quickly said, "Replace me with someone else then."
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