Chapter 706 Need No Reason (Part Two)


    Francis was very pleased with Harper''s confession. He waited outside patiently as she went inside the


    bedroom to try on the clothes. The red robe just seemed perfect for her, revealing her tenderness and


    charm as a woman.


    Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Harper recalled, "When I got married, I didn''t worry about my


    look in the wedding dress. So I didn''t bother to give a careful look at my appearance. Now it seems that


    I don''t look very outstanding in such a dress. What should I do? If Matthew believes that divorce


    agreement, he will think that I have betrayed him. Then he may even fall in love with another woman.


    What can I do if things end up that way?"


    Forsythia had been so depressed that she wanted to weep. However, after hearing out Harper, she


    didn''t know whether she shouldugh or cry. The news they had heard in the Imperial Study hadn''t


    been confirmed yet, but she knew that Harper was very worried.


    "Your Highness, His Highness will be fine." Forsythia tried tofort her. "His Highness is a brave and


    powerful warrior, and an incredible legend. How could such a man get killed by rascals? His Highness


    will be back safe and sound."


    "Yes, he will be back safe and sound," Harper said. Then she took off the empress''s robe. "Inform


    Francis that the robe fits me well and needn''t be modified. And tell him to go back."


    "Yes, Your Highness."


    Francis was waiting outside joyfully. He imagined how Harper would look in the empress''s robe.


    However, contrary to his expectations, Forsythia came out of the room and not Harper. She said, "Your


    Highness, Lady Harper has tried on the robe and it fits her well. There is no need for any modifications.


    Please go back."Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Francis'' excitement disappeared instantly. For a moment, he didn''t react. Forsythia didn''t move either.


    Quite for a while, Francis didn''t make a move, and neither did she.


    After some time, Francis slowly stood up and walked out. Tomorrow was his wedding day with Harper.


    There was no need for him to be impatient. It didn''t matter if he saw her in the red robe earlier orter.


    Anyway, he was about to see it soon and there was no need for him to hurry.


    As soon as Francis stepped out, Forsythia shut the door in a hurry. Francis took a quick nce back


    and clenched his fists. The sound from his joints could be heard.


    "Your Highness…" Owen looked at Francis cautiously.


    "Let''s go back. The enthronement ceremony is about to take ce tomorrow. We have to be fully


    prepared for it in case of any unexpected trouble." Although the procession escorting Lilian to the Great


    Jade Kingdom had informed the news that Matthew had been killed by assassins and his dead body


    was being sent back to the imperial capital, Francis was still a little worried. He knew Matthew wasn''t


    an ordinary person. Even if Rndo personally took action against Matthew, he might still not be able


    to kill Matthew. Then how could Matthew get killed by some petty assassins? No matter whether the


    news was true or false, Francis thought he ought to be well prepared for both scenarios.


    "Your Highness, the security guards both for the Imperial Pce and tomorrow''s enthronement


    ceremony have been arranged. Everything is under control," Owen reported in a low voice.


    "I don''t worry about anyone except Matthew. If hees back, things will not be the same." Francis


    was terrified of Matthew. He knew that his security guards could stop others, but Matthew was a rare


    breed. Stopping him was impossible.


    "They say Prince Matthew is dead," Owen reminded.


    "Only a fool will believe that." Francis didn''t believe a single word about Matthew''s death. He was


    certain that Matthew was still alive. Moreover, he was worried that Matthew might have already


    returned to the imperial capital and might be nning to give him a fatal blow tomorrow.


    "You possess the testamentary edict in your hands, so you have the justifiable reason to ascend the


    throne. He can''t attack you, Your Highness," Owen said. "Lady Harper has already divorced him. Even


    if he wanted to harm you, there wouldn''t be any solid reason for him to do that."


    "Since when does he need reasons to do things?" Francis asked, as he felt Owen sounded ridiculous.


    Matthew never needed any reason to do things he wanted. He did everything based on his free will.


    Even though he restrained from many things after his marriage, he still acted willfully, and even taught


    Harper to do things in his way.


    Owen smiled in embarrassment as he realized that his master was right. No matter whether Prince


    Matthew had hit, scolded or even killed someone, it was always the person''s own fault. He didn''t need


    a reason, as nobody had the audacity to question him.


    "So... should we strengthen the defense?"


    "No need for that. I have something else for him in my mind. Once hees, he will be greatly


    impressed and will never forget it," Francis sneered. "He could not use his ck g Army now. He is


    only left with his secret guards. How many secret guards would he have? I am the justifiable heir to the


    throne, so he can''t harm me, though he is my uncle!"


    "Your Highness, are you sure that you can make it?" Owen was a little worried. After all, everyone knew


    about Matthew''s abilities. It was impossible to defend an attack from him.


    Francis smiled and patted Owen on his shoulder. "As long as the testamentary edict is in my hands, he


    won''t dare to do anything. Be rest assured of it. Even if he enters the Imperial Pce, he won''t be able


    to harm me."


    "I think it would be better to add more guards, just in case," Owen said. He then proceeded to arrange


    for more guards. He had to be certain that everything would go smoothly for tomorrow''s enthronement


    ceremony.