The guard looked at the middle-aged man, and the latter felt that he had no time to waste, as his master was breathing more and more rapidly. He gritted his teeth and decided to make an attempt. "Please, sir."

Harper handed the dagger to one of the guards. "Take it, please. My lady gave it to me. If I lose it, her fury will be terrible."

"Please rest assured, sir."

Harper stepped forward and felt the young man's pulse. She found that his heart was beating irregularly, so she took out a needle bag and said, "Unbutton his clothes. I must give him an acupuncture treatment."

The middle-aged man saw the silver needle in Harper's hand and quickly undid his master's clothing. Harper promptly put the needle into the young man's body. His breathing soon improved, becoming smoother, but his face was still pale.

"How curious. It's not a heart condition, so why does he have symptoms of heart disease? Has he been poisoned?" Harper murmured to herself. The middle-aged man was surprised by her comment, but he said nothing.

"Sir, will my master be all right?"

"He is fine now. I estimate he has been like this for almost ten years," replied Harper, as she withdrew the needle.

"That's right. Do you have any cure for him, sir?" the middle-aged man asked hopefully. "My master has spent all year looking for physicians. We have inquired of many famous physicians, but they were unable to help him. So all these years he keeps taking medicine to alleviate his pain."

Without saying anything, Harper suddenly pinched the young man on his chin. The middle-aged man felt his master was offended and quickly slapped the back of her hand, which turned red in an

subordinates looked at each other speechlessly. "Are those two handsome men gays?"

"I guess they must be gays, from the way they hugged each other so closely."

"Ahem. Don't gossip about anyone behind their backs." Felton Qin coughed.

"Yes, master." Samuel helped his master into the carriage, and drove it outside. The carriage moved along quickly, but Felton Qin didn't feel any jolts or bumps.

"Harrell Qin, Barry Jun..." He muttered these two names. The surname of Jun belonged to the royal family in the Bright Dynasty. Were these two people from the royal family? But the surname Qin had nothing to do with the imperial family. Who was that person?

Leaning against the wall of the carriage in silence, Felton Qin thought about the emperor's sons and brothers. The crown prince Felix had to be in the imperial capital city now and wouldn't leave the city except under compulsion. The second prince, Walden, on the other hand, didn't have that imposing manner. The man he just saw now was very imposing and had a malicious aura that made him feel very uncomfortable.

Felton Qin had met the third prince Jason several times. The sixth prince, Francis was bed-ridden and was surely still in the imperial capital. The seventh prince, Hoffman was disowned, and the eighth prince Lucas was of a different age. Thus, that person could only be one man.

'He is Prince Matthew, the emperor's brother.' Felton really couldn't imagine running into the prince at that time. Who was the man next to him? It was said that the prince loved his wife very much, but now he was flirting with another man. Felton Qin wondered if his wife would be heartbroken to learn this.