Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 157

ejected by the Crown Prince? I Married His Uncle

Chapter 157 Useless Lot

Christopher murmured, “Mother…”

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Norma shot him a look of clear distaste. “Just look at how disheveled you are. Go straight back to your Crown Prince’s Estate this instant.”

Christopher shook his head, still refusing to accept the truth. “I still cannot believe she would ask Father to end our betrothal on her own. Could Uncle Theodore be scheming behind the scenes? If he truly has taken a fancy to her, it would make sense for him to compete with me for her…”

Norma snapped at him, “Hold your tongue! Do you even know what you’re saying?

“How could your judgment be so poor? Neither of those two sisters is any good, yet you insist on fixating on one of them.”

Christopher said, “Mother, I just can’t bring myself to believe it.”

“Believe it, whether you like it or not.” Norma’s tone left no room for argument. “Now that your father has issued the royal decree, there is no longer any chance left for you and her. Stay quietly in your Crown Prince’s Estate, and take your Royal Consort as planned when the time comes. As for your Crown Princess, I will personally choose one for you.”

With that, Norma turned and stormed off in anger.

Christopher’s legs felt weak and unsteady beneath him, his face etched with helpless disbelief.

He murmured, “This can’t be true. How could any of this happen?”

I’ve always known Margaret could never truly forget me–that’s why I acted so recklessly all along.

Now even Mother says there’s something unusual between her and Uncle Theodore.

There’s no way Uncle Theodore would ever set his sights on someone like her, right?

He shook his head frantically, muttering under his breath, “It’s impossible. This can’t be real.”

Roy stepped forward carefully and offered him support. “Crown Prince Christopher, let me escort you back to rest.

Christopher spoke in a hoarse voice. “Has that assassin still not been found?”

Roy shook his head silently.

Christopher ground his teeth in rage. “Useless lot, all of you. You can’t even track down a single assassin. That person injured my leg. If we ever catch them, they shall pay with their life.”

Roy replied respectfully, “As you command.”

Christopher stumbled forward unsteadily. “My leg has grown increasingly weak and numb these past few days. Send for Patrick to examine me—all this medicine I’ve been taking might have stirred up my old injury.”

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Chapter 157 Useless Lot

Roy nodded. “I shall do so at once.”

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Meanwhile, Margaret had walked alongside Theodore for a very long time. They passed through endless palace walls and wandered down winding paths before finally stopping outside a remote, secluded palace.

The place was tucked far away from the main royal quarters. Wild weeds crawled all over the stone walls by the gate, giving it the look of a place left untended for years on end.

Yet for all its desolate, forgotten air, the entrance was lined with fully armed guards standing strict watch.

What kind of person would be kept under such heavy guard?

Could it be a disgraced royal lady locked away in seclusion?

This place hardly looks like a forgotten exile chamber, though.

I also thought I heard someone mention…

It was Mr. Joseph they spoke of.

Lost in thought, Theodore led her straight through the grand gate.

The moment they stepped inside, soft, flowing music from a lute drifted through the air.

The melody was gentle and sweet–like a clear stream drifting on a light breeze, with rustling leaves swaying in the wind to match its rhythm. It held a quiet, one–of–a–kind charm all its own.

They followed a narrow path past the gate and soon reached a well–kept grassy clearing.

In the center of the open space sat a lute, and beside it stood a graceful young man.

He wore robes of soft emerald green, his face handsome, his skin flawless. He was tall and broad- shouldered, yet his features were so strikingly beautiful that at first glance, Margaret might have mistaken him for a woman.

His slender fingers brushed lightly over the lute strings, drawing forth wave after wave of lovely notes. He carried an air of quiet elegance and calm serenity.

He finally stilled his hands the moment he sensed their arrival.

The music cut off abruptly, as if even the wind had fallen silent in that instant.

The young man lifted his head then, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “You’ve arrived, Theodore.”

Theodore kept his usual cold, reserved expression. He walked over to a nearby pavilion and took a seat in the center. “What is it you need?”

The man remained seated beside the lute, his fingers plucking lightly at the strings now and then. “It’s been far too long since we last met. Care to share some wine tonight?”

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