Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56 She Was Panicking

Outside the cave, the sun was bright–but the wind cut right through her, sharp as a blade.

Up ahead, a wild river rushed past.

To the left was a stretch of woods. Past that was a dark forest of unknown depth.

To the right was a grassy field–overgrown, wide open, and endless.

Margaret ran as she talked. “The grassland goes on forever. If we cross that river up ahead, we can get to the forest on the other side–good for hiding. But the forest on the left probably connects to the mountain we came from. If the assassins have a lot of people and they’re still up there, running that way means we could run right into them. So the grass is safer.”

Theodore’s eyes were blood red. Even as she dragged him along, his gaze stayed fixed on her profile. “Why don’t you run alone? They’re after me.”

Margaret rolled her eyes. “They know I’m with you. Even if I ran by myself, they wouldn’t let me go.”

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“You’d have a better chance of surviving.” Theodore said. “Let go. Go on your own.”

She could hear the strain in his voice.

Maybe something clicked in her memory. Margaret stopped running. Flustered, she let go of his hand- then started pulling at his clothes.

She said, “Quick–lie down. The grass is high here; it’ll hide us. Let me use acupuncture to keep the poison in check.”

He’d breathed in so much sweet bay powder. By now, Theodore’s restraint had hit its limit.

His body was burning up. He wanted to refuse–but the situation left him no choice. He sat down on the ground and let her take off his shirt.

Margaret reached into her clothes and pulled out a set of silver needles.

She sat behind him, placing the needles as she spoke. “The poison in your body makes you desperate for a woman the moment you smell sweet bay. It’s a type of lust poison–but more powerful and more dangerous than any other. Because whoever gave it to you clearly wanted you to drown yourself in women, and then die quietly in their beds.

“You’ve probably figured this out already–women aren’t your cure. They actually drain your energy. The more women you touch, the more often the poison will strike. Eventually, even without sweet bay, it’ll keep coming back on its own. And then you’ll die.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing. “Whoever did this doesn’t just want you dead. They want your reputation destroyed. They want you to die quietly, die shamefully.

“But you kept your cool. All these years, you never touched a single woman. So even though you never cured the poison, you still managed to stay alive. And now, your enemy got impatient. They switched to open assassination. Am I right?”

Theodore’s hands clenched into fists. A sharp pain hit his chest–and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood was black.

But just like that, within moments, he already felt lighter.

The poison that had been triggered–it seemed to have been suppressed.

His eyes held a look of respect. “You’re clever.”

Margaret continued, “I know why you didn’t want to run and why you said this chance won’t come again. Because whoever knows that sweet bay triggers your poison–that’s the same person who poisoned you in the first place. And you wanted to catch them.”

Theodore’s voice turned cold. “Since you know that, why-”

“Look at how badly you’re hurt. You can’t use inner energy. You’ve lost too much blood. In that state, forget revenge–going up there would just be suicide,” Margaret said.

She shook her head, then started pulling out the needles from his back one by one.

Good thing I can keep his poison under control.

Otherwise, there’s no way we would’ve gotten out cleanly.

Man, money isn’t easy to make.

And that much money? Even harder.

Then, out of nowhere, Theodore asked, “You aren’t Margaret, are you?”

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