Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Mind Your Words

The atmosphere in the carriage was thick with tension. Margaret said, “Once we get back to Breston, I’ll cure your poison first.”

Theodore said in a calmi tone. “There’s no need to rush. You may go rest now–we can settle this tomorrow.”

Margaret blinked in surprise.

I never knew Prince Theodore could be so gentle. He is nothing like the cruel, unfeeling ruler the rumors described. She was truly exhausted, so she didn’t push herself. She simply murmured a quiet word of thanks. Heavy silence lingered between them for a long while.

They traveled for an untold length of time, and Margaret’s mind grew foggy with drowsiness.

Margaret broke the stillness at last, her voice soft and weary. “Do you ever wonder why people’s hearts are always so tangled and hard to read?”

Theodore understood her unspoken thoughts at once. He replied plainly, “You must never place your full trust in anyone, no matter the situation.”

Margaret whispered, “I know.”

She slowly let her eyes fall shut. “I could have saved Carol.”

Theodore froze for a moment, then the realization slowly sank in.

No wonder Carol haunts her dreams night after night. That regret has been gnawing at her all along.

Theodore said evenly, “She brought her own ruin upon herself.”

Complete quiet fell over the small carriage.

Theodore went on slowly, “For those who seek to harm you, staying detached is the greatest kindness you can offer. You need not carry any guilt in your heart.”

Margaret mumbled again, “I know.”

Not another word was exchanged for the rest of the journey.

When they finally reached Breston, Theodore personally escorted Margaret straight to the gates of the Prime Minister’s Estate.

Margaret was drained of all energy. Since Theodore had already agreed to delay the antidote until the next day, she turned and headed inside to rest without hesitation.

As she stepped down from the carriage, Theodore gestured for Cyan to drape a thick cloak over her shoulders. He stood there watching until Margaret stepped into the estate before ordering his carriage to leave.

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The carriage rumbled away slowly, leaving Cyan utterly stunned.

He was dying to ask Theodore what they had endured together over the past two days.

Yet constrained by his station, he dared not voice a single question. He followed silently beside the carriage, filled with unease.

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Far from the Prime Minister’s Estate, inside a local tavern, up by the second–story window, a shadowy figure had stood waiting for hours on end.

A man clad in dark robes stood respectfully behind the shadowed leader and bowed low. “My lord, do we still move to strike?”

The shadowed lord tightened his fists, his expression sharp with irritation. “They have already returned safely. What good would an attack do now?”

The robed man bowed his head in shame. “I have failed you, my lord.”

“By all logic…” The lord’s voice turned cold and grim. “Theodore inhaled the flower scent that should have awakened the poison in his body. Even if it did not kill him outright, it should have stripped him of all his battle skills. How does he remain unharmed?”

His tone grew darker and more menacing. “Everyone claims Margaret healed him. How did that ordinary young woman suddenly gain such remarkable medical skill?”

Right after the lord finished speaking, the robed man answered quickly, “I have investigated every detail of Margaret’s life thoroughly. Her past is fully recorded and free of suspicion. Few people in Breston know her true nature–not even the servants and nobles within the Prime Minister’s Estate. It seems only recently did they discover she has a skill in healing.”

The shadowed lord let out a cold, mocking snort. “It seems this matter grows more and more interesting.”

The guard asked cautiously, “Shall we continue with our plan to attack?”

The lord shot him a frigid glance. “You have spoiled our ambush twice already. Do you truly think you can catch him off guard so easily now?”

The guard hung his head in deep disgrace. “I am lacking in ability, my lord.”

“Enough,” the lord said dismissively. “Both Theodore and Margaret carry grave wounds, injured by a group of rural villagers no less. The prince who once won every battle across the realm now lies broken at the hands of simple country folk. This proves beyond doubt that he can no longer wield his combat power.”

The guard nodded in firm agreement. “That is certain. Theodore’s battle arts are completely sealed away. He would never flee from our hunts if he still held his strength–and he would never have been injured so badly by common villagers.”

“That is exactly what I wish to hear,” the lord sneered. “As long as he cannot fight, his death is inevitable. He

will fall into our hands sooner or later.”

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The guard replied rigidly, “It shall be done, my lord.”

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