Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 48

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Rejected by the Crown Prince? | Married His Uncle

Chapter 48 What a Fortune

After taking the pain medicine from the royal doctor, Christopher finally fell into a deep sleep.

I won’t fall for Margaret’s tricks.

I have to stand my ground.

Let Margaret learn once and for all–playing hard to get won’t work on me.

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The next morning. Margaret was picked up early by Theodore’s people and taken to the Ducal Palace.

Right in front of everyone at the Prime Minister’s Estate, Cyan walked in bold as brass–and walked back out just as bold, with Margaret following him into the carriage. More than a few jaws dropped.

Margaret, though, wasn’t the least bit happy about it. She hadn’t even done her morning exercises yet.

And she was still half asleep.

Compared to her drowsy state, Theodore was full of energy. When Margaret arrived, he was still training.

Light on his feet. Unmatched in skill. That is exactly the kind of man he is.

Then something hit her. She called out, “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You’re still sick–and you’re training?”

Her shout made everyone around turn and stare.

That was when Margaret noticed–there weren’t just guards everywhere. Several maids stood at attention nearby, ready to serve at a moment’s notice.

And right now, every single pair of eyes was on her.

She swallowed, embarrassed. “I just meant–training makes the poison worse. It’s bad for you.”

Cyan spoke carefully. “Ms. Campbell, Prince Theodore doesn’t like being disturbed while he trains.”

He gave her a look.

Good luck.

But Theodore simply tossed his sword–and it flew straight back into its sheath across the training ground. Then he walked over, step by step.

Cyan quickly lowered his head, as if a demon was approaching.

The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Margaret had no idea what they were all so afraid of.

Chapter 48 What a Fortune

The man in front of me is gorgeous. His presence is unmatched. Why does everyone cower?

“Follow me.” Theodore walked right past Margaret and didn’t look back.

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Margaret hurried after him. “Did you bring me here today because you found all the herbs?”

Theodore didn’t answer. He led her down a long hallway–and finally stopped in front of a large door.

He pushed it open. Then turned to look at her. “The herbs you asked for,” he said. “They’re all here.”

Margaret walked in, skeptical. The moment she stepped inside, she saw rows and rows of shelves.

This was a massive pharmacy.

At least ten rows of shelves–each one as tall as a man–with hundreds of drawers. It looked like they carried most of the herbs on the market. And the herbs from Margaret’s prescription were laid out neatly on the big table right in front.

She walked to the table, stunned. “You have your own pharmacy? You didn’t even have to look for most of this stuff.”

Theodore stood in the doorway, calm. “A few of the herbs didn’t arrive until last night.”

Margaret silently gave him a thumbs–up.

No wonder people call him the great Prince Theodore. I thought finding those herbs would take at least ten days.

He has them all in no time.

“Can you start the treatment now?” Theodore asked.

Margaret nodded, still dazed. “Yeah. Yeah, I can. Have someone boil all of these together. Use the amounts

I wrote down. Add plenty of water. When it’s ready, pour it into a tub. You need to soak in it.”

Theodore paused. “These herbs are for a bath?”

“Of course.” Margaret laughed. “You weren’t planning to drink them, were you? That would take a month just to get through.”

Theodore frowned. “You said detox would take a long time.”

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