Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Her Vision Went Blurry

He paused there, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Then he continued, “I don’t believe for a second that a weak, fragile girl–just by asking around about famous healers–could somehow develop such incredible medical skills. So you’re definitely not Margaret. You just look like her, don’t you?”

Margaret had been frozen with fear–but when she heard his last sentence, she finally relaxed a little.

So he doesn’t know about the whole traveling thing.

He’s not questioning my soul.

But just as she let out that breath, Theodore asked again, “So where have you hidden the real Margaret?”

Margaret kept a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am Margaret.”

He said, “I’ve been watching you for a long time. I can tell the difference.”

Margaret smiled, “But how long have you actually spent with me?”

Neither the original Margaret nor she had ever been this close to Theodore before.

The memories in her head didn’t lie–she was sure Theodore didn’t really know her that well.

Sure enough, his expression soured. “We may not have spent much time together, but I’m certain you’re not Margaret.”

Margaret asked, “Are you saying there are two identical people in the world? Same face, same body? Don’t you think that’s a little hard to believe?”

“I didn’t believe it either. But looking at you—I do now.” Theodore studied her face carefully. “No matter how terrible the real Margaret was, she was still the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter. She grew up learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Even if she was foolish, she still had grace and manners- that’s the baseline for any noble lady. But you… You clearly don’t have that kind of bearing.”

Margaret fell silent.

Is he saying I don’t have grace?

Or that I’m not well–mannered enough?

“Pretending to be the Prime Minister’s daughter is a crime punishable by death. I don’t know why you’re doing it—but since you saved my life, I won’t expose you. You can return the real Margaret to the Prime Minister’s Estate. And since you still need to cure my poison, I’ll keep you alive. From now on, you can stay by my side as my personal healer.” Theodore’s voice was flat, like he was talking about something completely ordinary.

Margaret looked at him, speechless for a moment. “Believe it or not–I am Margaret.”

The moment she said it, Theodore reached out and grabbed her shoulder. “My instincts are never wrong.

Chapter 57 Her Vision Went Blurry

He squeezed, slowly. “I heard that Ms. Campbell was burned on the shoulder as a child. Boiling water–like hot oil. Even with the best ointments, it left a faint scar.”

He even looked into that.

So he’s been suspicious of my identity for a long time.

Margaret’s heart raced. No one in the Prime Minister’s Estate had noticed anything strange about her–yet Theodore had met her only a few times and was already sure she wasn’t Margaret.

He really is sharp.

Too bad for him–he doesn’t know anything about souls or traveling between worlds.

Without another word, she pulled down her collar.

Soft skin came into view–and right there, a faint scar.

Thepdore flinched. He pulled his hand back like he’d been burned.

He whipped his head away. “You–How could you…”

How could she just take off her clothes?

That was the last thing he expected.

But Margaret calmly fixed her collar and said, “I just showed you my shoulder. It’s no big deal. It’s not like someone with my body is going to stick in Prince Theodore’s mind anyway, right?”

Theodore’s ears turned bright red. “Even if your body isn’t perfect, you shouldn’t just-”

“Just what?” she asked.

Theodore stood up quickly. “Men and women ought to keep their distance. If anyone questions your identity again, don’t prove yourself like that.”

Margaret wasn’t sure if she was hearing things–but his voice sounded almost… nervous.

She smiled, “So now, Prince Theodore, you believe me?”

Theodore let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, looking somewhat defeated. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Margaret said, “What else was I supposed to do? You kept doubting me. Talking would’ve just wasted time -and still wouldn’t have convinced you completely. Instead of going back and forth trying to prove myself, I figured I’d just show you directly. Saves a lot of time.”

She stood up. “We can’t stay here. If those assassins catch up, we won’t be able to get away.”

Theodore frowned. “Let them come. I—”

Margaret cut in, “I know you’ve recovered a bit. But using your inner energy will still trigger the poison. Until it’s completely gone, just stay away from your enemies.”

Right as she finished speaking, she felt a tightness in her chest–like she couldn’t breathe.

She patted her chest–but when she looked up, her vision went blurry.

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