Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 A Portable Storage Space

As Christopher stormed out, Winter finally snapped back to her senses. “Miss! What are you doing? His Highness finally came to see you, and you drove him away? And this—this—quickly, tear it up! Luckily, only the three of us know about it. If we tear it up, it won’t count…”
Panicking, Winter reached for the dissolution agreement.
But Margaret calmly folded it and tucked it away. “Why should it not count? This is my freedom.”
Winter grew frantic. “Miss, you—”
Margaret shot her a glance. “You’re noisy.”
Winter froze, then silently withdrew, not daring to say another word…
She couldn’t shake the feeling that Margaret was acting strangely today.
Was she simply too heartbroken?
But before she’d even fully retreated, a middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper barged in without knocking.
“Miss.” No respect in her voice. “Because of your selfish tantrums—crying, screaming, threatening suicide—you’ve worried the entire household. Therefore, Mr. Campbell commands: After you wake up, you will be grounded—and tomorrow, you will properly explain yourself to him.”
With that, she stepped back haughtily toward the door.
“Oh, the Crown Prince has already left in a rage. There’s no one left to plead your case.”
“Genna, Miss fell from the cliff today and is covered in injuries. Please, could you ask Mr. Campbell to let her rest just for tonight…”
Winter timidly stepped forward.
Genna, the Head Steward, immediately slapped her across the face. “How dare you interrupt when I’m speaking? Have you no manners at all!”
She then turned her cold gaze back to Margaret. “His Highness has already informed Mr. Campbell. She never actually jumped off that cliff. He rescued her just as she was about to leap. She’s perfectly unharmed, so spare us the pitiful act. It’s not the first time you’ve used tears, tantrums, and threats. Put on your act elsewhere.”
Genna’s words not only horrified Winter but also stunned Margaret.
Didn’t fall off the cliff?
Be grounded?
Explain herself?
If she didn’t have the original’s memories, she’d think she’d transmigrated into some servant girl’s body, not a noble lady’s.
This was how a brother treated his sister?
And that b*stard prince—was he covering up her near-death to protect his own reputation? Actually lying about what happened?
She didn’t even know which part to be angrier about.
But one thing she couldn’t wait for!
Margaret took a deep breath, then walked steadily up to Genna and slapped her hard across the face!
Genna stood frozen in shock!
“You hit me?”
Slap! Another slap!
“First, I am the lady. In my presence, you have no right to be arrogant!”
With that, Margaret slapped her again!
“Second, Winter is my person. Did you ask my permission before striking her?”
Genna was aghast, pointing a trembling finger at Margaret, unable to speak…
Margaret disdainfully knocked her hand away.
“Finally, I’ve done nothing wrong. Why should I be grounded? Go back and tell Jasper. And if anyone owes an explanation, maybe Stella should explain why she fainted when I fell off a cliff. The whole household worried over her for nothing. Seems to me she’s the one who should be grounded.”
Winter stood by, utterly dumbfounded. Genna’s eyes bulged with agitation. “You—”
“Get out.”
Margaret kicked her out the door. “Point that finger at me again, and I’ll cut it off.”
Genna hastily withdrew her finger, too terrified to utter another word!
“Winter, show her out.”
Winter, trembling, stammered, “M-Miss, it’s a misunderstanding! His Highness instructed that we not tell Mr. Campbell and Ms. Stella Campbell that you really did jump. After all, Stella fainted just from hearing you intended to jump. He was afraid that if she knew you actually went through with it, she’d blame herself even more. He said since you weren’t seriously harmed, not making a big fuss would be best for everyone. That’s why he chose to conceal it. He told me, and I forgot to mention it to you…”
She then turned pleadingly to Genna. “Genna, Ms. Margaret Campbell really did fall off that cliff. She truly is covered in injuries. Mr. Campbell wouldn’t punish her if he knew the truth. So please, could you put in a good word for her with Mr. Campbell…”
“Enough!”
Margaret cut her off in exasperation. “You get out too!”
With that, she slammed the door shut.
Only when she was alone in the room did the noise finally subside.
Exhausting.
If she hadn’t transmigrated into this new body, she would have used the needles in her storage space to silence those people with poison long ago…
Jesus Christ.
The thought triggered something. Ding. Her consciousness shifted—and suddenly she was standing in a vast, empty space.
This…
Her storage space had crossed over with her!
Overjoyed, Margaret immediately began checking the supplies within.
Since it had only been developed recently, the supplies weren’t abundant. But the poisons and medicines she had personally developed were all safely stored inside, along with some weapons for self-defense…
Though limited, in this ancient era, it was clearly more than enough!
Plus, the space was enormous. Except for living things, most items could probably be stored here…
With that thought, Margaret promptly retrieved medicine from her space and carefully reapplied it to each of her wounds.
Finally, she took her own pulse.
She’d only meant to check for any other injuries, but the moment she finished, she discovered she was poisoned!
Looking down at her soft, plump hands—her round belly—she finally understood why Christopher had said she was “practically two of Stella.”
With this kind of poison? She could drink nothing but water and still bloat up like a balloon.
Margaret narrowed her eyes. It had to be Stella!
Fortunately, she happened to have the antidote in her space!
Closing her eyes, she retrieved a pill from her space, swallowed it, and lay back down on the bed.
Ignoring the commotion outside, she emptied her mind and tried her best to fall into a deep sleep.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to deal with those people outside.
She was simply too exhausted.
She needed rest.
Tomorrow was going to be a battle.
*****
Meanwhile – Ducal Palace.
In the dead of night, inside a resplendent hall, agonized wails echoed intermittently.
On the floor before the door, a blood-soaked man lay gasping for breath. Beside him, Cyan bowed respectfully.
“Your Highness. All the assassins have been questioned. This one’s the sole survivor.”
“Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Theodore’s voice was flat. Expressionless.
“Yes!”
Cyan rose and gestured. The man on the floor was dragged away.
But Cyan remained, lowering his head. “I’ve investigated the events on the cliff.”
Finally—a flicker of interest crossed Theodore’s perfect features.
“Speak.”