Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 26

Uncle

Chapter 26 A Prescription for Freedom

The man before her was actually the famed Prince Theodore himself!

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The legendary Imperial Uncle, the War God Prince whom even the Crown Prince struggled to meet–and he’d appeared in her tiny courtyard!

No wonder his presence was so commanding.

No wonder his features were so striking…

This was the renowned foremost handsome man of the realm. Even the original Margaret had never been this close to him…

Perhaps noticing Margaret’s lack of movement, Theodore added, “I came myself, and you ignore me?”

Margaret finally snapped back to reality and fumblingly took his pulse.

“When did you arrive?”

“During your verbal battle with that crowd.”

Theodore studied her calmly. “Most noble ladies are beloved. You seem to have collected quite the opposite.”

Margaret’s lips twitched. “You weren’t following me, were you?”

“Beneath me.”

“You’re not injured.”

Margaret withdrew her hand, exasperated. “At most, when you activated your inner energy, it aggravated the poison in your system, causing discomfort. You know you’re carrying lethal poison, yet you still use your martial arts. Quite daring.”

Theodore said simply, “Then cure it.”

He paused, then added, “I won’t wait long. That’s why I came. However long it takes, I’ll return.”

Margaret was exasperated. “Your poison can’t be cured just because you want it to. Coming to me won’t help–1 don’t have the medicine for you now!”

“What medicine?”

“Didn’t you say you’d find me later? Showing up so suddenly–how was I supposed to prepare?”

Theodore replied, “I can’t wait long.”

Margaret wanted to be angry, but looking at his dark, solemn face, she could only say, “Fine. I’ll write down all the medicines you need. Once you’ve gathered them, come find me. Deal?”

Theodore narrowed his eyes. “You’re certain?”

Chapter 26 A Prescription for Freedom

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“Yes.”

“Very well.”

This supposedly ruthless, decisive man is actually quite reasonable. Not at all like the cold, aloof legend. Just a little expressionless, that’s all.

She wrote out the prescription and handed it to him. “There. You can go now.”

Theodore gazed at her for a long moment. “Those who value you are worth keeping. The Crown Prince is not,” His voice was still cold, but the words themselves… almost gentle. “If you need help, I can provide it.”

His tone remained icy, yet the words themselves held a surprising warmth…

Margaret almost wondered if she’d mistaken his identity. Was this handsome man truly the renowned Prince Theodore?

“Miss. I’m back…”

Hearing Winter’s voice, Margaret barely had time to react before Theodore vanished from sight.

The next moment, Winter bustled in, out of breath. “Those two ran off the moment they left the gate. I doubt they’ll dare return.”

Margaret nodded, her gaze lingering on the spot where Theodore had disappeared, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in the nearby courtyard, “Miss, that ‘retreat to advance‘ strategy worked perfectly.” Nadia spoke softly, helping Stella remove her makeup. “His Highness was hesitating before, but today? He’s committed. That fat cow is done.”

Before the dressing table, Nadia gently helped Stella remove her makeup.

Stella gazed at her reflection in the bronze mirror, touching her still–swollen face. “She has only herself to blame for losing her composure. No one else is at fault.”

Nadia smiled, “That ugly fat cow grows uglier by the day, yet still dares covet His Highness. Even if you didn’t act, someone else would have to restore justice…”

Suddenly, Nadia gasped, “Miss, why have you shed so much hair today?”

Stella stared at the hair in Nadia’s hand, her eyes widening in horror. “Hair? My hair…”

Nadia gently brushed through it, and another clump came loose. The comb clattered to the floor.

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