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Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Chapter 703
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The entire palace fell into a dead silence, and no one dared to say anything.
The Black Flag Army was an elite force of the Bright Dynasty. Despite their potent combat power and significant contribution to
the national defense, the late emperor allotted no salary or food to them. Matthew fully supported the whole army. Thus, it was
regarded as his private army. If the news of Matthew's murder reached the army, the entire army would mutiny.
"Your Highness." When everyone was in dead silence, suddenly there was a voice coming from behind. "Are you all right, Your
Highness?"
The voice was from Forsythia, who was there along with Harper. With the help of Forsythia, Harper steadied herself. Her eyes
were as cold as ice. She turned back and slowly walked towards her residence. "Let's go."
"Yes, Your Highness." Forsythia held Harper's arm and both of them walked back slowly. Along the way, she was cold and
distant, not as gentle and courteous as before. At that moment, she was like an unsheathed sword, so sharp and blinding that
would cut anyone who blocked her way.
After the two left, the officials in the palace just looked at each other plainly. Everyone knew that Harper now lived in the Sleek
Palace. They also knew that she had already divorced Matthew and had no relationship with him anymore. Now, after hearing
that Matthew was killed, why would she feel sad?
Francis didn't chase Harper. He just sipped his tea and asked, "So, does anyone have any suitable candidate in your mind?"

"I think Prince Jason will be an apt choice," Zack said loudly, standing up. "Prince Jason is a skilled martial artist. Let him go to
the Black Flag Army and try to convince them. Even if he turns unsuccessful in controlling them, he will certainly escape
unscathed. Francis squinted as he listened to the flawless Zack, who looked too calm. Everyone said that Zack treated Harper
differently and was willing to offer her help, no matter what happened. However, when she was imprisoned in the palace, and the
news that she got a divorce with Matthew spread all over, Zack and his clan didn't make any response. Moreover, his position
was more stable than ever. Francis was now skeptical about what the Bu Clan was thinking. "I'm afraid Jason isn't an expert in
military tactics. I don't think he is the right choice." Francis rejected the proposal. Then, he looked at Maxwell and asked,

"General Maxwell, are you confident to take up the job?" Maxwell stood up and said helplessly, "Your Highness, you have been
staying in the imperial capital for a long time. I guess you haven't forgotten what happened when I took orders from the late
emperor to take over the Black Flag Army. They threw me out
before I could enter their gate. And Prince Matthew was not in the imperial capital at that time."
"This time, the situation is different. Uncle Matthew was assassinated and he can't control them anymore."
"Your Highness, the rules of the Black Flag Army are strict. The person in charge of the army's daily affairs is one of Matthew's
loyal subordinates that he trusted very much. He neither participates in politics nor obeys the royal family's orders. If anything
happens to Prince Matthew, the army only listens to the orders of two people. One is Joshua, the general of the army, while the
other is the person who has the Black Flag Token. Even if something bad happens to Prince Matthew, the army will not mutiny.
Your Highness, you don't have to worry about them." A trace of light flashed in Francis' eyes. He too knew about Joshua. Many

people ignored Joshua as he seldom appeared in front of others. However, he followed Matthew all the way out in various deadly
battlefields, and only listened to Matthew's orders. "The Black Flag Token should have been in the hands of Uncle Matthew
before. But now he was murdered. What if the token fell into the hands of some evildoer? You already said that Joshua will not
listen to the order of the court. Then, there is a possibility that the evildoer holding the token may ask the Black Flag Army to
rebel. In that case, the imperial capital would be in danger."
Francis laid out his concern cautiously.
"Your Highness, please be rest assured. It's an unwritten rule of the Black Flag Army that they never attack the emperor,"
Maxwell said slowly. "That's precisely the reason that the late emperor had been tolerating their existence."
Francis heaved a sigh of relief. Once he ascended the throne, he would be the emperor. If Matthew's intention was to deal with
him by using the Black Flag Army, that wouldn't be feasible.
"In that case, I think we need not worry about the Black Flag Army. We will discuss it after I ascend the throne."
Maxwell returned to his seat and sipped his tea leisurely, but he was wondering, 'What does Lady Harper intend to do? The

Imperial Palace can't trap her, but she stays here peacefully. Nothing goes wrong with her and everything seems normal. It's not
like her at all. With her character, she will destroy at least half of the entire clan who dares to plot against her. It's so unusual for
her to remain so calm. She must have a comprehensive plan.'
Maxwell's eyes then wandered around Zack. 'This little fox is too calm, and more surprisingly, his whole clan is too calm. Harper
and Bu Clan have a very close relationship. They share the honor and hardship. The Bu Clan is equal to her own family.
Therefore, the Bu Clan supports Harper in almost every aspect. Except that they don't publicly support Matthew, they handle the
rest of the things whichever are related to Harper very well. Something is wrong with the Bu Clan's calmness, ' he thought.
Ignoring Maxwell's glance, Zack tapped on the table with his finger as usual, looking like he was having a good time. Francis'
eyes fell on Zack's hand, as he knew that Harper also had the habit of tapping on the table subconsciously..