Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Eating Casually While Walking

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Margaret narrowed her eyes slightly. “You are Princess Noelle’s personal maid, yet your every word is filled with killing and slaughter. You corrupt Princess Noelle with such cruel thoughts–how many lives do you have to bear such blame?”

Joyce was frightened by her sharp rebuke. Still only a girl of thirteen or fourteen, she could not argue back and could only leave dejectedly.

Margaret walked slowly down the stairs.

The three guards downstairs had also recovered and now stood protectively beside Noelle.

Lisa and the other staff huddled in the corner, still trembling with lingering fear.

Seeing Margaret come down, Noelle shot her a glance, then turned to Joyce. “Have all my things been packed properly?”

Joyce nodded quickly. “Everything is sorted away without a trace left behind.”

She stole another glance at Margaret and whispered, “But she knows everything now. Are we truly letting them live?”

“Return to the palace at once,” Noelle said coldly.

She then led her people out through the main gate, with Joyce following obediently behind.

Once they were all gone, Lisa and the others finally let out long sighs of relief.

Several waiters sank weakly to the ground, their legs giving way beneath them. Jonas looked at Margaret with utter gratitude. “Thank you for saving our lives, Ms. Campbell.”

The rest came to their senses and echoed their thanks one after another,

Lisa was the first to rush to Margaret’s side. “Are you all right, Ms. Campbell? Did the princess treat you harshly?”

Margaret shook her head.

Lisa asked curiously, “When you went upstairs just now… what did you see? Why was Princess Noelle so…”

“Some things are better left unsaid,” Margaret said softly. “Pretend you know nothing at all.”

Lisa fell silent at once. “I understand…”

Margaret smiled faintly, “Don’t be nervous. It’s nothing serious.”

She glanced at everyone present. “There’s no more trouble here. You’ve all been through a fright today. Close the hall early tonight and go rest well.”

With that, she left the feast hall alone.

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Chapter 187 Eating Casually While Walking

By the time she returned to the Prime Minister’s Estate, dusk had already fallen.

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She planned to go straight to her quarters to rest, but had barely taken a few steps when she came face to face with Timothy.

Her eyelid twitched uneasily. She tried to slip past quietly, but Timothy had already spotted her and called

out.

“I was just about to send someone to look for you,” Timothy said sternly. “You only come back when it’s nearly dark. Have you no sense of propriety as an unmarried young lady?”

Margaret stopped and gave a slight bow. “Father, I go out each day because Prince Theodore has asked me to treat his illness.”

“I’ve never heard a word that Prince Theodore has been unwell lately,” Timothy replied meaningfully. “Even a mild chill would have passed long ago.”

His tone held hidden implications, clear enough for anyone to notice

He was clearly probing whether something untoward had passed between her and Theodore.

Not daring to make up too elaborate a lie, Margaret said simply, “Prince Theodore suffers from occasional severe headaches that the palace physicians cannot cure. That is why he asks me to attend to him daily.”

Timothy frowned, “Headaches? I’ve never heard a word of it.”

“Matters concerning Prince Theodore are not for ordinary folk to know,” Margaret said plainly.

Timothy’s expression darkened, a flicker of anger stirring in his heart. He looked her up and down critically.

Then he said, “Even so, you ought to return to the estate earlier. It is unseemly for a young lady to wander outside all day long. Thankfully, it is Prince Theodore–everyone knows he holds no regard for you, so no ill gossip spreads. If it were any other man, your reputation would long have been ruined,”

Margaret nodded. “You are right, Father.”

Timothy went on, “Even so, he is still a man. You frequent the Ducal Palace so often that rumors have begun to stir in the city. For your own reputation, you ought to…”

“You know well yourself, Father,” Margaret cut in calmly. “I am only an ordinary woman with a little skill in healing. Even if I visit the Ducal Palace daily, I could never catch Prince Theodore’s eye. Everyone in Breston, and beyond, surely knows there is nothing improper between us. No ill rumors will take root.”

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