Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 Have We Met Before?

He held out his wrist silently, signaling her to take his pulse. “It’s an internal injury.”

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Margaret sat down in the corner closest to the carriage door, eyeing him warily. “Your martial arts skill is far superior. You could kill me instantly if I screamed, couldn’t you?”

There was clearly no chance for me to escape at all.

The man replied steadily, “I came only to beg for your treatment. I mean you no harm.”

Margaret let out a cold laugh. “I’ll take your word for it for now. But how do I know you won’t take me to some deserted place and kill me once we’re far away?”

As she spoke, an acupuncture needle appeared in her hand out of nowhere. She reached out to feel his pulse and slipped the needle quickly into his wrist.

The man frowned tightly, “It seems you still do not trust me fully, Ms. Campbell.”

Margaret pulled the needle free slowly. “You seem to know quite a lot about me.

“There’s no need to be tense. I only temporarily numbed your body so you can’t summon your strength. If I’m to treat your injury, I have to make sure you can’t hurt me first.”

With that, she pressed her fingers to his wrist to take his pulse.

A flicker of surprise flashed in the man’s eyes. “Your skill with hidden weapons is flawless. I didn’t even notice you held a needle in your hand just now.”

Margaret scoffed inwardly.

Of course, he wouldn’t notice–I just took it out of my storage space.

Her expression grew darker as she felt his pulse, and she slowly pulled her hand away after a moment.

The man stared at her anxiously, waiting quietly for her verdict.

Margaret shook her head gently. “This is no simple internal injury at all. You’ve been poisoned with a potent toxin,”

Relief and surprise flashed across the man’s face at once. “You truly are a gifted healer, Ms. Campbell,”

“How much do you actually know about me?” Margaret fixed him with a steady gaze.

My intuition told me this man was far from ordinary.

The man said earnestly, “You are Ms. Campbell from the Prime Minister’s Estate. You kept a very low profile all along, and I’d never heard of you until recently. Word spread that you’ve been treating Prince Theodore. The prince only claimed it was a mild chill, but anyone with eyes can see a common cold would never require you to visit his chambers every single day. He must be suffering from something far more

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Chapter 168 Have We Met Before?

“He has countless renowned healers at his side, yet he chooses only you. That proves you possess extraordinary skill–which is why I dared to come seek your help.”

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He added politely, “And sure enough, you could tell I’m stricken with deadly poison just by feeling my pulse.”

Margaret’s lips twitched in amusement. “You assume I’m a master healer just because I visit the Ducal Palace often? That’s far too hasty a judgment. For all you know, Prince Theodore simply enjoys my company.”

“That is impossible.” The man’s tone was completely serious. “Prince Theodore is no ordinary man. Even the most breathtaking noble ladies cannot stay by his side casually, let alone you.”

Margaret rolled her eyes.

His words are downright insulting, even if there is a grain of truth to them.

The man asked quietly, “Is there any way to cure me?”

Margaret studied him closely. “What is your connection to Prince Theodore?”

The man froze in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d see through that so quickly.”

“The poison inside you is made to suppress your inner strength,” Margaret explained plainly. “It won’t kill you, but every time you use your power, you’ll be in unbearable agony. It’s similar to the poison plaguing Prince Theodore.”

She weighed the silver pouch in her hand lightly. “The difference is you can still use your strength, painful as it is. The toxin hasn’t sealed your martial arts completely, nor will it end your life. Whoever poisoned you only aimed to cripple your abilities.”

She set the silver pouch aside. “It’s not a difficult condition to treat, but what you’ve given me is far too little. My consultation fee is quite high.”

The man was utterly convinced of her skill now. “Name any price, Ms. Campbell. I will do whatever it takes to pay it, as long as you heal me,”

“First, I need to know who you are.” Margaret shot him a cold glance.

He was dressed all in black, his face fully covered by a veil, leaving no trace of his features visible.

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