Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Seeing the intimacy between the two people, who were almost head to head and face to face, Matthew felt his eyes hurt. He was wracked with jealousy.

Hearing Matthew's voice, Harper looked back at him indifferently. Then she put away her wooden plate, turned around and left. "Forsythia, let's go home."

As Matthew watched Harper fading into the distance, his breath froze for a moment. He gave Francis a fierce look. Francis held food in one hand, and his wooden plate in the other. He saluted Matthew with a slight nod.

Matthew's eyes reddened with rage as he took in what had happened. He peered at Francis with a cold gaze. Francis' eyes also reddened, as if he had been bullied by Matthew. Then Harper turned round. When she saw them, she said to Francis, "Let's go. What are you waiting for? It's time to go home."

"Okay." Francis chased after Harper, looking timidly at Matthew. He was worried that Matthew would throw him into the ditch in anger.

"Wait for me, Aunt Harper!" Francis said. He had done a lot of walking today, so he was worn out. Noticing that, Harper asked someone to bring him the wheelchair.

"Take your master back." Harper gave the order to Owen. "After you go back, give him a hot bath and a massage to minimize his discomfort."

"Yes, Your Highness." Sensing the unhappiness in the air, Owen promptly pushed Francis' wheelchair and moved away quickly. Matthew cast a murderous glance at him, which made it unbearable for him to stay here. If he continued to stay here, he felt as if he would freeze to death.

After Francis left, Matthew's grim face lingered on H

led. She looked at the two lanterns floating on the river as her eyes were filled with piety. She prayed that everyone she cared about and everyone who cared about her would be safe and sound.

On their way back home, Matthew held Harper's hand. As they walked along slowly, snow suddenly began falling from the sky.

"Winter is coming." Harper caught a snowflake with her hand.

"It's the first snowfall of the year. It has come too early," Matthew said slowly as he watched the snowflakes floating in the sky. "I don't know if it's a good or bad thing."

"A fall of seasonable snow gives promise of a fruitful year," Harper smiled. "As long as it doesn't snow heavily, there won't be any trouble. I wonder if it will snow in the south."

"It will. Although the south has much warmer weather, it still has four distinct seasons in the south. I'm sure their snowy days must begin later than ours, though. You have sent people to take care of Alexander. Don't worry about him. Everything will be fine."

"Yes, I know." Harper nodded. "By the way, you are not allowed to lie to me anymore, you naughty man."

Hearing Harper's words, Matthew stopped moving for a moment. Then he continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard anything.

"I'll change the medicine for you later." Harper pinched Matthew's palm, and waited for his answer. The corners of his eyes spread in a smile.

"All right. After changing the medicine, we should go to bed then." Matthew's words seemed to be hinting at something. Harper's face flushed coyly.

"You are not serious at all." Harper pretended to be angry.