Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

In their hurry, Harper and Matthew finally arrived at River City. They did not rush to the government office upon their arrival. Instead, they found a hotel and stayed there first.

"Are we not going to the government office?" Matthew asked confusedly, looking at Harper, who was dressed in men's clothes.

"Is it useful to go to the government office?" she asked in reply. Now that the other party could prove Alexander's guilt, there was no point in dealing with the government at all. What she needed to do was seek justice for Alexander.

"I thought you would use my influence to get him out. What's next?" Matthew asked seriously.

"Do you know where the body of the victim is? I want to make an autopsy," said Harper, while she ate.

"You want to make an autopsy of the corpse?" In a jolt, the words brought Matthew back to his senses. He had almost forgotten that not only was Harper a good physician, but she also had the ability to examine corpses. Long ago, he had changed his opinion of her because of her ability to identify corpses, which had proven her innocence. Now, after she had demonstrated her superb medical abilities, he almost forgot that she was also good at evaluating corpses.

"The dead body has been brought back to Marquis Pearce's mansion, but it hasn't been buried yet. He died seven or eight days ago. The corpse..."

"It's winter now. Even if he died seven or eight days ago, the corpse hasn't decayed yet. We can get useful information. We should visit Marquis Pearce's mansion tonight," said Harper with a sly smile.

Matthew nodded. Though it would be a challenge to brea

d that," Harper said in a gentle and slow voice, which had a soothing effect on Pearce.

"Guards, send for a coroner. Don't call the same examiner from the government." Anger had engulfed Pearce after his son's death. He hadn't questioned the cause of his son's death, and had been sure that the government wouldn't slander Alexander. But Harper seemed to be quite confident, which puzzled him. 'Is there something wrong?' he wondered.

"Yes, My Lord."

Everyone waited in the mourning hall until the coroner arrived. Pearce pushed the coffin cover open and looked inside at his son. When he saw his son's bald head, his face darkened with anger. "Your Highness, you've gone too far!"

"Marquis Pearce, please forgive me for that." Harper stepped forward. "In order to discover the real cause of his death, I shaved his hair. You may find something on his head if you look carefully."

Pearce even began to regret agreeing to call for a coroner. Seeing that his son was shaved like a bald man, he felt shocked. Every part of a child's body, including the hair, was from his parents. It was as if Harper had shaved his head just to make him die ungracefully.

As a martial arts master, Pearce was not punctilious but also very careful. He quickly found that there was more than one wound on his son's head.

He checked the tiny wound carefully. His skills told him what would result from that little wound.

"Marquis Pearce, if I'm not mistaken, the weapon is lodged in your son's head. Someone exploited the argument between my brother and your son to kill him and frame my brother," Harper said slowly.