Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Hoffman had slaughtered his own men out of lust for glory and recognition—such was the word that spread like a wildfire across the imperial capital overnight. People would talk of nothing else, and all the civil officials whom Hoffman had insulted went into a frenzy, gathering whatever evidence they could use to impeach both the prince and Harrison.

The court was in chaos. However, Matthew's mansion was strangely quiet, as though it had never been involved in the matter at all.

Everyone thought that Matthew must be very anxious now, because the emperor had demanded that the case be resolved in five days. If Matthew couldn't find out the truth in time, he would certainly be punished. Yet the reclusive prince seemed to be taking no steps and showing no concern.

On the first day, Prince Matthew's mansion shut its gate to all guests, and Matthew himself didn't even attend the imperial court session. Those who went to inquire after him got no responses at all.

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ease. "That girl was hurt instead."

Fred's doubt was all over his face. He had seen the stranger throwing herself at Harper and known that she absolutely did not have a twisted ankle, or whatever injury she'd been feigning. That was why he hadn't hesitated to roughly throw her aside. Moreover, the woman had the reflexes to land nimbly and sit up quickly afterward. It wasn't until she'd touched Harper's hand that she showed any sign of real pain or distress. Her face had even gone pale.

"Let's get going and take a look at our new business," Harper said. She didn't think too much about the incident.

Diana, on the other hand, had fled and hidden herself down a dark alley. Pressing her back to the wall, she held her maimed hand out before her, grimacing and hissing as she felt something moving beneath the wounds. Awkwardly, she produced a vial of medicine and poured it over the hand. After a while, the venomous insect settled down, and the wounds started to fade.