Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314 The Interrogation

But Margaret just casually drew the sword. “Now, let’s have a proper talk.”

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Blood spattered onto her skirt, but she paid it no mind. Towering over the fallen man in black, she demanded, “Who sent you? I just returned to the estate, and you moved immediately. Someone must have tipped you off about my whereabouts.”

The man gritted his teeth and closed his eyes once more.

Raising an eyebrow, Margaret drove the sword back into his existing wound.

“Aghhh!”

Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd. A few timid maids covered their eyes in horror.

Jasper stared, stunned, as Margaret pulled the blade out only to plunge it in again… and again… until a gaping, bloody hole was carved into the man’s thigh. Only then did she withdraw the weapon. “That someone must be from within the Prime Minister’s Estate itself. Without an inside contact, how could you have timed it so perfectly?”

Silence answered her.

Margaret remained unfazed. “My patience wears thin. Tell me the truth, and I’ll grant you a quick death. Stay silent, and I’ll start with crippling this leg, then move to the other. Don’t worry about dying–I have ways to keep you breathing. But once you’re legless, I’ll move on to your fingers, one by one. You have over a dozen chances. We can take our time.”

The man writhed in agony on the ground. Finally, he gasped out, “I–I’m just a hired hand. I know nothing…”

His sentence died as the sword found its mark again—this time in his other leg.

Blood soaked Margaret’s garments, yet she calmly crouched beside the man and began binding his fresh wounds.

“Why do this to yourself? A life is only given once. Why throw yours away for someone else?” she asked.

The man stayed silent, but a telltale movement of his jaw betrayed his intent–he was biting down on his

tongue.

Just then, a silver needle flashed in Margaret’s hand, darting into his neck.

The man screamed, a raw, tortured sound. “Ah! W–What did you do?”

She explained, her voice flat, “Just a little poison to spoil your fun. It makes your tongue excruciatingly sensitive. If you try to bite it off, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

Standing, she called out, “Baxter, fetch a sketch artist. Have this man’s likeness drawn and distributed throughout the city. I want a full–scale manhunt. Find his family, his friends–especially his family. Bring them all in. For every day he stays silent, one dies. Two days, two die…”

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Chapter 314 The Interrogation

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She paused, her gaze boring into the assassini. “And you, of course, will remain here, enduring your own special torment. Let’s see how much you can take.”

A heavy, frightened silence descended. Fear flickered in the eyes of everyone present. No one had imagined the unassuming Margaret capable of such brutality.

Baxter quickly departed on his errand.

A desperate twitch shook the broken man on the floor. “Stop! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

A faint smile touched Margaret’s lips. “Good. Start with who you are and who paid you.”

“I won’t betray my master, but I can tell you who wants you dead!” he rasped.

His gaze was pleading. “The one who wants you dead… is your sister, Stella! She paid our leader a fortune -half up front, the rest upon your death…”

A collective, sharp intake of breath echoed through the courtyard.

Jasper, looking pale, stammered, “But Stella, she… she wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?” Margaret cut in, her voice icy. “What were you about to say?”

He swallowed. “You’re sisters. However jealous she might be, she couldn’t possibly want you dead. This man is likely lying…”

Margaret let out a cold laugh. “This isn’t her first attempt, is it? You already knew about the time she had Winter taken to the edge of a cliff.”

Jasper fell silent, his arguments vanishing.

“Don’t just stand there! Go fetch Stella! Don’t you think she owes us an explanation?” Margaret barked at the stunned servants.

The servants exchanged panicked looks before many scurried away to obey.

Baxter returned moments later. “The other two assassins, escaped. But the sketch artist—”

“No need. He’s already told me,” Margaret interrupted.

Baxter asked, “Can we trust him?”

A predatory smile played on Margaret’s lips. “Do you think he’d dare lie now?”

Seeing that cruel smile, Baxter realized he truly didn’t know her at all.

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Meanwhile, the moment news of the failed plot reached her, Stella was already rushing frantically toward

the Rose Court.

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