Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 218

Rejected by the Crown Prince? I Married His Uncle

Chapter 218 The One With No Real Talent

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Myrna folded her arms over her chest. “That’s why I hate talking to petty little ladies like you. Your jealousy is written all over your face. Boring.”

Every eye in the garden fixed on the two of them. Margaret remained calm and unyielding. “You’ve misunderstood me. I am indeed just a lady, and so is every woman here. You alone act like a bold, unrestrained man. I misjudged you earlier–I apologize.”

Soft snickers broke out among the crowd at once.

Many ladies covered their mouths and giggled, whispering and pointing toward Myrna.

Seeing Margaret turn to leave, Myrna could no longer contain her rage.

“You seem to dislike my sword dance quite a lot, don’t you?” She walked slowly toward Margaret. “As it happens, I also know how to play Ethereal Dream on the lute. Why don’t you teach me how the dance is truly performed?”

Margaret had already returned to stand beside Theodore.

Theodore looked at her quietly. “Do you wish to leave?”

“No need to be so protective, Theodore,” Myrna cut in with a soft smile, settling down by the lute. “I won’t bully her. I’m just giving her a chance to shine.”

Theodore narrowed his eyes, about to speak, when Margaret agreed readily, “I’d be happy to.”

Her reply sent another wave of shock through the guests.

Soon, the sound of the lute rang out again. Margaret finally took to the spacious stage,

This was already the third time they’d heard Ethereal Dream played that day. No matter how beautiful a melody was, constant repetition would grow tedious.

What’s more, Myrna was clearly no skilled lute player.

She fumbled several notes right from the start and failed to bring out the grand passion of the climax at all.

All anyone could sense was her simmering anger.

Margaret stepped onto the spacious stage, and only then did everyone truly notice how much weight she’d lost.

Her waist was slender and delicate, narrow enough that a man could wrap one hand around it entirely.

As she began to dance, her graceful figure traced one elegant arc after another through the air, leaving every onlooker utterly stunned.

Her frame looked soft and lithe, able to pull off intricate moves most women could never manage.

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Chapter 218 The One With No Real Talent

Just as Margaret dazzled the crowd with her performance, a sharp snap echoed out–the lute string suddenly broke.

The music cut off instantly.

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Myrna forced a smile and stood up. “It seems the lute can bear no more. Very well, we shall end here for today. Let the other performances continue.”

She turned to Margaret. “Would you agree, Ms. Campbell?”

Margaret halted her dance, smiling calmly, “This melody is indeed quite hard to play. It’s only natural that a daughter of a military family like you struggles with the lute. I won’t blame you for deliberately snapping the strings.”

She stepped down from the stage. “Still, it’s not for us to decide when to end this. This is Queen Norma’s feast, after all. It was Queen Norma who wanted to watch this little show of ours. If you ask me now, others might think I pressured you into performing against your will.”

Myrna’s face turned pale with suppressed fury. She glared at Margaret, yet dared not lose her temper openly before the crowd. “There’s no need for such hostility between us, Ms. Campbell. I truly have little skill with the lute. Even so, I offered to play accompaniment just to give you a chance to show your talents.”

“Everyone says I have no skill in lute, chess, calligraphy, or painting–that I’m nothing but a useless girl,” Margaret said. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. Yet you keep pushing me to play and dance. One would think you were deliberately trying to humiliate me.”

She looked straight at Myrna, her words sharp and unsparing. “But it seems the one with no real talent at all… is you.”

Myrna’s face flared red with anger, while Margaret kept a gentle smile on her lips.

She said, “It’s only to be expected. Daughters of military houses only need to master swords and battle skills. We noble ladies have to learn the lute, chess, calligraphy, and painting from childhood. If we excel, we’re called delicate and scheming. If we don’t, we’re mocked as useless. Since this is Queen Norma’s birthday banquet, let us not make fools of ourselves any longer. Let us take our leave.”

Without waiting for Myrna’s reaction, Margaret turned and walked away.

As she passed Theodore, she heard Myrna’s cold remark from behind. “The physician Theodore chose certainly has a sharp tongue.”

Theodore shot Myrna a faint glance, then turned to follow Margaret.

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