Harper took out a bag full of needles and had acupuncture on Francis' body. Francis had a blood stagnation. She didn't know what kind of stimulus he suffered led to such a symptom. Yet one way or another, Harper had to help him spit out the blood to save his life.

After the acupuncture treatment with several silver needles, Francis spat out a mouthful of blood, which frightened Owen. The latter immediately cried out, "Your Highness, are you all right?"

After putting the silver needles away, Harper looked at Francis's pale face. Francis looked like a wreck. If the events at the birthday banquet were plotted by him, he didn't need to care about her opinions anymore. After all, his poison was completely cleared, so she should have been useless to him now.

But he came to see her, even disregarding the heavy rain. With a single glance, he recognized that the per

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"Ahem." Francis coughed and opened his eyes before Matthew finished drinking his ginger soup. The first person Francis saw was Harper, who put down the bowl and was looked at him with concern.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Don't stop. Continue," Matthew said as he took the bowl and put it in Harper's hand. He opened his mouth and waited for her to feed him the soup again. Harper felt both annoyed and amused, but she didn't refuse him. She continued feeding him while talking to Francis.

"I have asked someone to bring you the ginger soup. You need another bowl of it. You are in fragile health. Why don't you take better care of yourself? You got cold and stayed in the rain. Aren't you afraid of dying early?" Looking at the empty bowl of ginger soup, Harper was about to put it down. Yet, Matthew was quicker and already put another bowl in front of her.