Chapter 739 The Worship Ceremony (Part One)


    Harper didn''t know whether she shouldugh or cry. The pictures had been finished a long time ago, so


    she almost forgot about them. Why would Matthew suddenly bring it up now? Could it be because he


    got stimted seeing Francis? But it wasn''t like she did anything that might stimte him when Francis


    was around. So, why would Matthew be interested in seeing the pictures?


    If she had known things would go this way, she never would have painted the pictures to poke fun at


    Jason. Now, it turned out that she had also gotten herself in trouble by doing so. Having this in mind,


    she looked at her husband in total bewilderment.


    "Darling, don''t tell me… that you have changed from being straight to gay?" Harper asked, as if this


    was the only logical reason she coulde up with to exin why Matthew was asking for the


    pictures.


    However, sheter swore to herself to never dare make such a joke to him ever again, for her waist


    almost got broken by this man when they made love all because of this stupid joke!


    "Matthew, you bastard!" Trying to catch her breath, Harper threw herself back to the bed. She felt weak


    from all the lovemaking. ''Is he still a human?'' It was him who did all the work all over her body, so it


    should be him who was more exhausted, right? But why was it that she was the one who had to beg for


    mercy in the end? And why was she the one gasping for breath on the bed right now? It didn''t make


    any sense!


    "Are you getting up, Your Highness?" Forsythia checked up on Harper, trying to hold back herughter.


    Rolling her eyes, Harper replied, "Go ahead andugh if you want. I won''t punish you for this!"


    But when Forsythia burst outughing, Harper''s face darkened. In the end, Harper decided to just


    ignore it and go back to sleep. There was still some time before the Worship Ceremony started, so she


    could take a nap again before watching the grand ceremony of the South Kingdom.


    When Matthew came back, he noticed that Forsythia was waiting outside the house. With his eyebrows


    raised, he asked, "Hasn''t Harper gotten up yet?"


    "No, Your Highness. Perhaps Her Highness was too tired and just fell asleep again," she smiled. "The


    ceremony will begin in the afternoon. So, it should be fine if she gets a bit more sleep."


    "I''ll have a look," Matthew insisted When he pushed the door open, he immediately spotted Harper who


    had turned herself into a silkworm by wrapping herself up with the quilt. She was sleeping soundly.


    When he saw this, a doting smile crept onto his face. Then, he reached out to pull Harper out of the


    quilt and said, "Harp, time to get up. You should wash up and have something to eat. The Worship


    Ceremony is going to take ce today, and it''s already bustling outside."


    Getting up was thest thing Harper wanted to do now. Unfortunately for her, she didn''t have the


    strength to resist Matthew. So, she had no other choice but to let him dress her up, as shezily leaned


    against his chest like a spoiled little girl.


    Matthew slowly and elegantly dressed Harper up, but when he was about halfway through, he suddenly


    stopped and said, "On second thought, I don''t think it''s such a good idea. Let me help you take your


    clothes off."


    Hearing those words, Harper instantly woke up. She quickly freed herself from his arms, grabbed her


    clothes from him, and got dressed as fast as she possibly could without bothering to check how she


    looked. "It''s time to get up. I shouldn''t be sleeping any longer. You''re spoiling me too much."


    Matthew rested his hands on the bed, looking at Harper up and down, and he answered, "Well, I think


    you''re craving for the bed because you miss me and want me. As your husband, I don''t want to force


    you to get out of the bed, and should satisfy you instead."


    Upon these words, Harper''s face turned red at once. Then, she poked Matthew''s chest and protested,


    "Do you have no sense of shame? It''s daytime now; stop thinking about any weird thoughts which are


    not appropriate for children!"


    Matthew chuckled, quite amused with her scolding him. "All I''m saying is that if you want to sleep a little


    longer, then I''ll let you do so. Is that really something inappropriate for children? What on earth are you


    talking about, Harp?"


    Harper''s face was red-flushed in embarrassment. Then, she shifted her gaze somewhere else and


    whispered under her breath, asking Forsythia to bring her water so she could wash up. "Matthew, will


    anything happen during today''s Worship Ceremony?"


    "Of course not," Matthew tly replied. "The people in the South Kingdom take the ceremony very


    seriously, including King Lance himself. Their purpose is to draw us here. Given that we''re already


    here, and that their goal has already been achieved, there is no longer any reason for them to pull any


    tricks at one of their most important events."


    Upon hearing his exnation, Harper thought about it for a while and said, "In other words, they may


    still take actions once the ceremony is over, and we can''t say for certain that we''ll be safe by then."


    "If Francis can wait till the ceremony is over, then we can have another peaceful day," Matthew


    admitted. Seeing Harper brushing her hair in front of the mirror, he went over, took theb in her


    hand and proceeded to skillfullyb and style her hair before heading out.


    The Worship Ceremony was a festival everyone in the South Kingdom had been looking forward to.


    During this event, the Holy Maiden would go to the altar to pray for them. Instead of joining in the


    procession of envoys, Matthew and his men joined the crowd of the excitedmoners, watching the


    slender figure standing on the altar in the distance. The figure was wearing a strange-looking mask


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    "Is that the Holy Maiden?" Harper asked, feeling quite curious. "It''s such a pity that I can''t see the face


    behind that strange mask. There are so many people here blocking my view. Oh, no..."


    As soon as he heard that, Matthew immediately crouched down and let Harper ride on his neck to give


    her a better view of what was going on from the crowd. Excitedly poking Matthew''s head, Harper said,


    "Look, darling, the dance of the ceremony is so beautiful. The Holy Maiden''s figure is so seductive. I


    bet her face must be quite beautiful as well."


    "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman I have everid my eyes upon." An affectionate smile


    appeared on Matthew''s face when he softly said those sweet words. Harper, on the other hand, was


    beaming with happiness after hearing what he said.


    As he sat on the high tform, Francis noticed Harper at once. His face was devoid of any expression,


    but the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed. In every aspect, Matthew was a prince who held a


    high position and stood above many others. In spite of that, he let Harper sit on his shoulders,


    something which couldn''t be done even by an ordinary man. How could Matthew act like it wasn''t that


    big of a deal? How could he not be bothered by the people turning their heads and giving them odd


    looks?