Chapter 560 Maxwell''s Death List (Part One)


    The steward of Francis''s mansion came in to report, "Your Highness, Lord Andy is here."


    Francis nodded slightly and continued to mold the sugar figurine in his hand. Interestingly, it was in his


    own shape this time. "Let him in."


    "Good evening, Your Highness," Andy greeted Francis with a smile and bowed down.


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    "Please rise, Lord Andy," Francis said in a soft tone. "How is Father?"


    "Don''t worry, Your Highness. His Majesty is fine. He''s just worried about your health. That''s why he


    ordered me to bring you some ginseng to add your nutrition. The imperial physician informed His


    Majesty that you have lost too much blood. After hearing that, His Majesty ordered me to send you all


    the top quality ginseng from the storehouse."


    "I am so grateful to Father for his kindness and concern," said Francis. He struggled hard to sit up and


    make a kowtow to express his gratitude, but his wound was affected. Immediately, he opened his


    mouth and gasped in pain. Andy rushed forward to stop him and said, "Your Highness, please don''t


    move. The wound is not fully healed. It might get even worse if it gets torn. His Majesty knows quite


    well about your love and respect for him and cares about your health very much."


    "I can walk now. It''s just that my wound got pulled up because of my excitement," Francis said with a


    smile. "Please tell Father that I''m recovering well. Also, please tell him not to worry about me. He


    should pay more attention to take care of himself."


    "Your Highness, I will surely convey your words to His Majesty. Please have a good rest. I''m going back


    to the Imperial Pce and report to His Majesty right away." Lord Andy smiled like the Maitreya


    Buddha and took permission to leave. Among all the sons of the emperor, Francis was the most


    easygoing.


    "Send Lord Andy out," Francis ordered the steward.


    Before Andy walked out with a smile, the sugar figurines molded by Francis came into his sight. He


    couldn''t help but feel funny. He was quite surprised to find that Francis had such a hobby.


    The news about Matthew''s return to the imperial capital was already swirling in the town.


    In Maxwell''s mansion, he was reviewing the military reports in his study. His wife, Ivy, came with a cup


    of ginseng tea. "Maxwell, it''s alreadyte at night. You should take care of yourself. I''ve made a cup of


    ginseng tea for you."


    "Put it down. I will drink itter," Maxwell said without even raising his head.


    Hearing this, she ced the tea on the desk. But she didn''t leave immediately but kept staring at him


    for quite a while. Then she asked hesitantly, "Maxwell, have you been dissatisfied with your concubines


    in our mansion recently?"


    Maxwell stopped writing as soon as he heard the question. He raised his head, and asked, "What do


    you mean?"


    "Recently, you have not been visiting any of your concubines. Instead, you are regrly sleeping in the


    study. If you''re tired of all of them, I can recruit two other beautiful concubines for you... Cough." Ivy


    began to cough. Recently, she coughed a lot, and always felt weak.


    "You think too much. I''m just busy with my work these days. It''s cold, so you''d better wear some warm


    clothes. If you feel unhealthy, just call the physician in the mansion to diagnose you," Maxwell said in a


    t tone. "Besides, what''s the use of having more concubines? None of them can bear a child for me."


    Hearing Maxwell''s words, his wife felt uneasy and her face suddenly turned pale. "Sorry, Maxwell, it''s


    my entire fault. I wish I had borne a child for you."


    "All right. You can leave now. I have to finish with these files," Maxwell said impatiently. He was no


    longer interested in dealing with any of the women in his mansion. He understood that more women


    would result in inviting more trouble. The female poption in his mansion was so stupendous that he


    couldn''t even find out who had poisoned him. Fortunately, he remembered what Harper had told him.


    She had shared her observation that the woman who had poisoned him would have simr physical


    conditions as that to him. That was when he decided to check all the women in his mansion for


    simrities with him, but couldn''te to a conclusion, as several among them were akin to him.


    "General." The deputy general walked in.


    "Prepared well?" Maxwell asked in an apathetic tone.


    "Yes, everything is ready. It''s perfectly arranged and no one would cast any doubt," the deputy general


    said decisively. But he was confused about Maxwell''s future course of action. He even wondered if


    Maxwell was mentally stimted, as he himself incited his concubine to cheat on him, and would go to


    catch their adultery in bed.


    "If everything is ready, you may leave now," Maxwell ordered immediately. His intention was to remove


    one of the questionable concubines. Although he wasn''t sure which of his concubines had poisoned


    him, he would rather kill them all than let go of the real criminal.


    "Yes."


    Tonight, Maxwell''s mansion was doomed to be devoid of peace. Due to her poor health recently, Ivy


    seldom slept tight. So, she got easily disturbed by the noiseing from outside. It was the middle of


    the night, and she felt something unusual. She immediately asked her maid, "What''s happening


    outside? It''s so noisy."


    "My Lady, it''s because something happened in Lady Chelsea''s house. Shemitted adultery and was


    caught cheating in the bed by the General," the maid said in a low voice. "General is in Lady Chelsea''s


    yard now. He has ordered to kill her."


    Ivy felt restless at the news. She got dressed quickly, and said, "Let''s go and have a look."


    "Yes, My Lady."


    She then led a group of people to Chelsea''s yard. When they arrived there, what they witnessed was a


    pathetic scene. Maxwell had ordered the servants to blindfold Chelsea, and she was about to be


    drowned into a pond. Naked, Chelsea was tied up tightly with a rope, and her beautiful face was filled


    with fear. She couldn''t help but shake her head. She wanted to open her mouth to beg for mercy, but


    she couldn''t say a word, as her mouth was stuffed with a cloth.


    "Maxwell, this…" Ivy mumbled. She felt embarrassed because of the scandal in the n. But, when


    she came here, to her surprise, she found that all of the concubines were present there. Obviously,


    Maxwell wanted to take the chance to warn other women despite the shame.


    "Throw her down," Maxwell ordered coldly. He was sitting on a chair in the yard and was directing the


    whole proceedings. Then several guards lifted Chelsea, and threw her into the pond.