Seeing Francis' grief, Harper felt sorry for him. As a very handsome man, when he wept in front of others in despair, even the stone-hearted Harper couldn't suppress her sympathy. She even held back from what she wanted to ask.

"Was it you who plotted against Alexander?" Matthew asked what Harper intended to ask. Seeing that she turned her head aside, he understood that she didn't want to ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to clarify things.

With a bitter smile on his face, Francis said, "Uncle Matthew, do you think I am that ruthless? How could you even think I would conspire against a child?"

Francis knew what had happened to Alexander. Alexander was framed for murder and put into prison. If Harper and Matthew hadn't been to save him by finding evidence in his favor, he would have been executed already.

"So, you were really not the chief conspirator?" Matthew didn't hide his suspici

ches to his throne. He is always afraid that someone might usurp the throne. Naturally, he became hypervigilant. He's not just afraid of me. Anyone else whom he foresees as a potential threat is also his enemy.

Harper was thinking about something else. "To prevent his sons from usurping the throne, he wouldn't mind resorting to extreme means. But isn't he afraid that his sons would also resort to some extreme means?"

Matthew was dumbfounded to hear Harper's question. He seemed to have thought of something, but he failed to seize it.

At the same time, in the Imperial Palace, the emperor was seemingly looking quite good recently. Although Felix had annoyed him, he looked radiant. "Andy, fetch my pills."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Andy fetched the Longevity Pills and aided the emperor in having one. "Your Majesty, the Longevity Pills have already begun their magic. You look much more spirited now," he said.