Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

As she walked out of Francis' mansion, Harper couldn't help but still be amazed at the bright smile that he had worn. How could such a man who had suffered from a terrible illness for years still be so innocently happy? If she had been in such a state, she thought she would probably be bitter and resentful.

Forsythia met her outside. "You seem to be in a good mood, Your Highness."

"I am," said Harper thoughtfully. "I like Francis very much. It was the first time in my life I've seen a person smiling so innocently. He's been seriously ill and bedridden for so long, yet he has kept a pure heart. I'm very glad to have saved him."

"You must have made the right decision, Your Highness."

Harper chuckled. "You are so honey-lipped. Let's get going. His Highness must be waiting for us."

When they arrived at home, they found Matthew sitting by the window, reading a book, though he did

g birth to you and was very weak. There was no way she could be cured, so she succumbed in the end. I happened to know that your father ordered someone to drug her, but she was a physician herself, so it was impossible that she could be poisoned. I tell you, therefore, that she died of illness."

Harper's face twitched in surprise. "My mother was a physician?"

The man nodded. "So was your uncle. They were both trained by the same individual. Out of the two, your mother was more skilled, although no one knew that."

There was silence as Harper considered these things. If her mother was a physician, then it seemed true that she couldn't have been poisoned. For instance, she would have noticed if something was wrong with her food. Yet there had been no body to bury—her coffin was empty. And there were other things that needed to be explained. "If no one knew that, how did you know?"