Chapter 612 I Could Eat Less (Part Two)
When Nancy returned, she saw that the spell doll was still on the table. Nancy was a little worried.
"Your Majesty, we need to be careful with this spell doll. We don''t know where it came from but it''s
obviously a voodoo doll. It could get us in big trouble if someone else finds us with it. You know how
His Majesty detests the use of voodoo curses."
The empress nodded and put the spell doll away quickly. "Take care of all the other people who saw
the spell doll. I can''t afford the risk of being used of practicing voodoo curses."
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"Yes, Your Majesty."
Nancy knew exactly what the empress meant. Anyone who knew about the spell doll must be silenced.
And nobody kept a secret better than the dead. There were so many people in the pce, and if any of
them leaked the information, the empress would be imperiled. Felix was still held in confinement and
the emperor was trying to support Francis. So they had to take extra care at this critical juncture.
"Nanny Nancy." As soon as Nancy emerged from the Sleek Pce, she met Francis. Her face
hardened a little and she greeted him promptly and formally.
"Your Highness."
"I wish to visit Mother. Is she inside?"
"Her Majesty is not feeling well, and she went to bed after breakfast. I''m afraid she is unavable at this
moment."
"Mother is not feeling well? Have you summoned the imperial physician yet?"
"Yes. The imperial physician said Her Majesty needed more rest," Nancy answered meekly. "If Her
Majesty knew that you came here to visit her, she would be delighted. But she needs some more rest
to get better."
"Well, I wille to see Mother some other day."
After that, Francis turned his heels and went away. His movements were slow and graceful. He had
been an invalid for many years, so even now he had a long way to go until full recovery. His face was
still pale, as if he hadn''t been in the sun for years.
Nancy''s eyes followed Francis'' retreating back. She always felt that despite the seeming gentleness
and harmlessness of the prince, he had a natural elegance about him. Besides, Francis had
demonstrated his keen intellect since he was a child, and gained a reputation as a prodigy at the age of
five. But since then, he had spent most of his time lying in his sickbed in a long struggle with his illness.
"Your Highness, will you pay a visit to Lady Sherry today?" Owen asked.
"No, let''s get out of the Imperial Pce now." Francis frowned and covered his mouth with a
handkerchief as he coughed.
Seeing this, Owen wrapped a cloak around his master''s shoulders and tied it for him. "It''s getting
warmer now, but it''s still a little cold. Your Highness, you''re still recovering and you should be more
careful to avoid a cold."
"Do you think I am so weak?" Francis asked, with an ironic smile.
"Your Highness, you are weak and reckless. You got yourself drenched in the rain not long ago,
remember? Finally, you''ve begun to recover, but now you''re walking around and tiring yourself out. If
you don''t take care of yourself and get well soon, Lady Sherry will be fretting over you." Pressing his
lips tightly, Owen tried to make a stern face. "And Lady Harper..."
The smile on Francis'' face faded at the mention of Harper. Seeing this, Owen broke off immediately.
The word had already spread through the whole pce that Matthew had broken into the Imperial
Academy of Medicine in the evening for his wife. Everyone had heard the news that Harper was
pregnant. Even the emperor had sent some gifts to her as a reward, though nobody knew his real
feelings.
"Now that Aunt Harper is pregnant, I should prepare her a gift," Francis said abruptly. "Can you give me
some suggestions for the present?"
"I have no idea, Your Highness." Owen was caught off guard by this question.
"What does she like?"
"I have no idea, Your Highness."
"What sort of gifts do pregnant women want to receive?"
"I really have no idea, Your Highness." Owen felt quite useless. He had never served Harper or any
pregnant woman before, so he didn''t have a clue about their likes and dislikes.
"You know nothing at all! Tell me, why should I keep you if you can''t be of any use to me?" Francis
tapped Owen''s forehead and teased him. "What a waste of food!"
"Your Highness, I don''t eat much..." Owen muttered, feeling aggrieved. "As long as you don''t drive me
away, I could eat less in the future."
Francis smiled, "Are you suggesting that I don''t have enough money to keep an idler? Don''t worry, eat
as much as you like. I can afford it."
Hearing this, Owen breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Francis mournfully and said, "Your Highness,
you always like to tease me."
"Teasing you is the only entertainment I have left. Can you imagine how boring and dreadful my life
would be, if you deprived me of that little joy?" Francis said slowly. "Speaking of which, I haven''t really
enjoyed viewing the Imperial Pce before. Even though I lived here for twenty years, I haven''t been
able to take a walk since my illness began at the age of five."
"Do you want me to apany you as you walk around the Imperial Pce?" Owen asked
thoughtfully.
Francis shook his head. Come to think of it, he didn''t care about the Imperial Pce now. Its views
didn''t interest him anymore. The ces he truly wanted to visit were the temples, the shops, the
streets. He wanted to be apanied and to feel that he was not alone in this world. He remembered
how she took him out and bought him snacks. Those memories seemed like a luxury for him now, and
he feared that he would never have such experiences again.
"Let''s get out of here. Felix''s confinement will end in just a few days," Francis said with his eternally
gentle voice and his characteristically sunny smile. But the light in his eyes was as sharp as a cold
sword waiting to strike at any moment.