Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Harper emerged from the Eastern Palace with Forsythia in tow, intent on returning home. Right outside the gate, however, she was met by a group of armed men led by Ken, the commander of the palace guards.

"General Ken, can I help you?" Harper kept the worry from her voice. She had no relationship with Ken, whether personal or professional. If he had any business with her, it had to be by order of the emperor himself.

Her hunch was immediately proven right. With a proper salute, Ken said, "Greetings, Your Highness. His Majesty wants to see you."

"Well then, please lead the way." The expression on Harper's face didn't change.

"Certainly, Your Highness." Pleased that Harper did not resist, Ken had his men form up around her, and together they whisked her away.

For her part, Harper was certain that this boded ill. The emperor had already begun to have doubts abo

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But Harper's answer to that question hadn't changed. "It was the head of the Medical Valley."

"Was it?!" bellowed the emperor.

"It was," maintained Harper, nodding. "When Matthew was being detoxified, I was ambushed by people from the Medical Valley and lost consciousness. When I woke up, he had been cured. It was not my doing."

The emperor narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you think of the fact that I forced Charles to become a monk?"

Harper's reply was flat and immediate. "He must obey your commands. Everyone must accept their fates, and that one is his. Even if he is my father, I can't let him go against your orders."

"But I've heard that you cured Matthew's legs. Is that true?" In reality, the emperor wasn't thinking of the details of that matter. He simply hoped that if he kept Harper talking, sooner or later she would contradict herself.