Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 Heal My Wounds

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“Rest assured, he has no chance of escape. Once Prince Theodore sets his plan in motion, he’ll lay an impenetrable net all across Breston.” Baxter spoke with unshakable certainty, then fell into a fit of coughing again.

Margaret said, “Your wounds haven’t healed yet. Rest well, and we can talk about this tomorrow.”

Baxter nodded and lay back down on the bed.

Margaret stepped quietly out of the room, her mind tangled with thoughts.

This assassin’s attack is no random coincidence.

Stella is almost certainly behind it, hiring someone to kill me.

The last time she resorted to petty thugs, but now she’s gone so far as to hire a professional killer.

Margaret clenched her fists.

It is time to put an end to Stella’s schemes once and for all.

Even being left bald hasn’t tamed her malice. Perhaps it is time to dose her with something far stronger.

Night deepened into the dead of midnight.

The streets, usually quiet at this hour, echoed with the hurried footsteps of patrolling guards.

The alleys and lanes lay shrouded in eerie gloom.

A few scattered houses glowed with faint candlelight, casting dim, wavering beams into the dark.

On the main street, one medicine shop stood with its door ajar.

Inside, Lisa stifled a yawn as she spoke to Julie. “Stop poring over those herbs every night, Staying up like this will wear you out. You’ll memorize all these herbs naturally with time–no need to burn the midnight oil.”

Julie sat by the table beside a flickering candle. “You’re no different, poring over that recipe book till the middle of the night. If you’re that interested, why not try cooking them tomorrow?”

“Fine, fine, I can’t argue with you,” Lisa said. “I’m off to bed now. You turn in early, too, all right?”

With that, Lisa wandered off to her quarters.

No sooner had she left than the door creaked open once more.

Thinking it was Lisa coming back, Julie didn’t even lift her head. “I know, you go to bed first. I’ll be right there soon.”

The door clicked shut behind the newcomer. Julie finally looked up–and froze in terror at the sight of a figure cloaked entirely in black. “What do you want? Who are you?”

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This was the bustling heart of Breston, lined with shops and not far from the mansions of high–ranking officials. No one would dare stir up trouble here under normal circumstances.

Yet the stranger’s menacing attire marked him as anything but ordinary.

A sword hung at his waist, and Julie stumbled backward in fright.

“It’s the middle of the night. Everyone’s asleep!” she stammered. “But if I scream, dozens of people will come running at once. Don’t you dare try anything!”

The black–robed man said not a word, pulling several silver coins from his bosom and tossing them onto the table. “Heal my wounds.”

With that, he dropped to one knee.

Julie jumped in fright, but staring at the silver coins on the table, she plucked up her courage and picked them up.

She said, “You’re dressed like a shadowy outlaw… and you’ve come here just for treatment?”

“Come here.” The man’s voice was cold and sharp.

Julie gritted her teeth. “All right, I’ll come. A fool turns down easy silver. Let me see your injury first.”

She stepped forward timidly.

Before she could reach him, the man’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious to the floor.

Julie crept forward and patted his cheek gently. When he didn’t stir, she pulled the black veil from his face.

He had plain, ordinary features, a tall, powerful build, and a long sword at his side–clearly a wandering martial artist.

There was something faintly familiar about his face, though Julie couldn’t place where she’d seen him before.

She set the sword aside, then strained to help the unconscious man to his feet. “Hey, are you all right? Don’t pass out here. I can’t carry you alone.”

Julie couldn’t possibly drag him upstairs, so she gritted her teeth and hauled him toward the back of the herb chest.

Tucked in the far corner was a simple cot, used by the shop apprentices for midday rest. It would serve perfectly now.

It took all her strength to lay him down. Upon closer inspection, she saw fresh wounds, deep and shallow, covering his arms and legs.

Though she knew little of medicine, she understood bleeding wounds needed cleaning and bandaging. She fetched a basin of water, wiped the dirt from his injuries clean, then wrapped them carefully with fresh gauze.

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Chapter 193 Heal My Wounds

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“Lucky you stumbled here in the middle of the night,” she murmured to herself. “You’ve lost so much blood–if this weren’t a medicine shop, I’d have no idea how to tend to you.”

She spoke aloud to fill the oppressive silence of the midnight hour, not expecting any reply.

Once the wounds were dressed, she noticed the man’s forehead was burning hot with fever.

Daring not to go out searching for medicine at this late hour, she relied on the basic herbs she’d learned to identify lately and gathered ingredients for a simple fever remedy.

By the time she brewed the medicine and carried it to the bedside, several hours had passed.

With the man still unconscious, Julie pinched his jaw gently and spooned the bitter herbal medicine into his mouth one slow spoonful at a time.

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