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"Now that you have regained your memory, would you like to continue as our enemy?" Jason asked what Francis couldn't ask
her.
"When did I ever become your enemy? It was you who always regarded us as your enemies. Matthew disdains to fight for the
throne. But we are not afraid of any persecution. All the people in our mansion are fearless. We are stronger when faced with
adversaries. I'm sure you have witnessed it," Harper slowly explained.
"Don't you think you're overestimating yourself?"
"It's called confidence. If I don't have it, how can I deserve Matthew?" Harper put down the teacup from her hand and continued,
"Jason, our master hoped that both of us can live in peace. He even forced me to swear that I would never take your life, so you
don't have to worry. Since I have promised him, I will always stay true to my words."
Jason was surprised to hear what his master had forced Harper to do. Why didn't he know about this?
"Did our master know who you are from the very beginning?"
With a wry smile, Harper responded, "He knew who we are. I really don't understand why he thought that a young lady who was
not even favored in the Chu Clan could threaten your life."
"Haven't you threatened enough people?" It was a rhetorical question so Harper didn't respond. Jason turned to look at Francis
who was still unconscious. He then asked, "Do you know that he made countless sugar figurines with your face in his mansion?"
her fingers. Jason smiled sarcastically and asked another question. "Is it true that anyone in the world can't catch your attention
except your husband, Matthew?" "Sort of. I am his wife so I'll be happy and worried for him all my life, unless he betrays me,"
Harper candidly answered. "What if he dies?" Jason's murderous intentions burst out instantly. "If Matthew is dead, what would
you do?" Harper raised her eyebrows and looked at Jason with a small smile. However, she didn't answer him. Her mind was
racing fast. If it wasn't a natural death, then she would do everything she could to kill the murderer. As for the rest, she couldn't
figure it out at that moment, nor did she want to think about it. What would happen to her if Matthew left her? Perhaps, she would
live well, or
go to netherworld with him. But she was confident that it was not the time yet. For now, she didn't know what she would do with
so many possible scenarios. For some reason, Jason felt that there was danger in Harper's eyes when she looked at him. He
was suddenly worried about this. Their goal had been to kill Lucas while they were on the way to the marriage alliance. But they
had also intended to get rid of Matthew.
Matthew was prestige at the imperial court. He was also of high rank with a strong military force. The late emperor had been
afraid of him for these reasons. He was a prince with an army of 300 thousand soldiers. Moreover, the army was not under the
control of the imperial court. It belonged to Matthew alone. As long as he was alive, no one could sleep so soundly. Not only the
former emperor, but Francis was also afraid of him. However, Francis might have had something else in mind.
Jason started to speak in metaphors. "Few servants will have a good ending if they have excellent contributions and can
find it too ostentatious." "Without the Black Flag Army, do you think our country is a rival of Rolando?" Harper's tone was
indifferent as usual. All she wanted was a stable, safe, and small family. It could be said that she was selfish since her care only
concerned that of herself, her family, and her friends. As for the common people of the world, she could only be sorry that she
didn't have enough space for them in her heart.
"I just hope—" Harper tried to speak but she was cut off.
"Harper! Harper... Are you okay?" Francis was in a semi-coma and he still thought about that moment when he blocked the
hidden weapons. Jason looked at Harper significantly.
Harper stepped forward but didn't approach Francis. Then, she said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Francis felt relieved when he heard Harper's voice. His well-wrapped wounds were bleeding because he was struggling so
much.
"Water," Francis mumbled. Jason immediately poured a cup of water, and carefully helped Francis get up and drink it. Harper
thought that Jason was being so considerate. She wanted to mock him, but she stopped herself from doing so.
"Do you want more?" Jason asked softly.
Francis didn't reply, so Jason put him down, letting him rest some more. He glanced at Francis' bleeding wound and said,
"Please bind up his wound again."
Harper nodded her head. As soon as she sat down by the bed, Francis grabbed her hand before she could even touch his
wound. No matter how much she struggled, he didn't let her go. Harper gritted her teeth and glared at Jason. The man rubbed
his nose before saying, "Thank you for taking care of him. Anyway, I'm too sleepy so I'm going to sleep for a while."
Then he turned over and fell asleep regardless of Harper's pain. Soon, his rhythmic breathing could be heard. Harper frowned
and thought of countless ways to make Francis loosen his grip on her. Yet, after a moment of thought, she did nothing but let out
a sigh.
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