NovelOnlineChapter 1687: Could it get any worse?
Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound. They saw Prince Louis rushing in, holding a bottle!
He made a beeline for the bedside, saying "Letthrough!"
The Arabian doctor voluntarily stepped aside, and the royal physician also moved to the side, but he was full of worry. "Prince! The
King is coughing so badly, yet you let him drink sour plum soup? It could be fatal! He should take medicine immediately!"
But Rowan did not care about all that. He sat down at the bedside, propped up his father, and quickly opened the medicine bottle!
He brought the bottle to his father's purple lips.
The King was very cooperative. His whole body trembled, but he knew this was medicine, and he also had a hunch that he should
trust his son.
"Louis!!" Catherine was anxious. She rushed forward and grabbed Rowan's arm forcefully, trying to pull him away. "This is not the
tto show your filial piety! What on earth are you trying to do?! Do you want the King to die?!"
Rowan's brow furrowed as he steadied himself with all his might, insisting on feeding his father the medicine!
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The King's lips trembled. He wanted to cooperate but was a little weak. Still, he managed to drink some.
"Louis! Get away from him! This is murder!!" Catherine was anxious and angry.
Because she had pulled quite forcefully, sof the precious medicine splashed onto the blanket. This made Rowan very angry
too. He was fuming and wished he could slap her!
Seeing that the King had indeed drunk the stuff, Catherine beceven more anxious. As she pulled, she looked around
pleadingly for help. "Quick! He's trying to kill the King! Drag him away! He's the murderer!!"
Murderer?
That word made Rowan's heart skip a beat. He had been looking for the murderer all this time, yet that word slipped so easily from
her mouth.
The servants and guards were conflicted, unsure of what to do. The King was willing to drink, and the one feeding him was the
Prince. The one shouting to stop them was the Queen Consort. They were all people one could not defy, so for a moment the
servants did not know what to do.
Just then, Ivan and Claire rushed to the doorway and saw this tug-of-war!
"What are you doing, Queen Consort?" Claire shrieked.
Ivan immediately rushed over to stop her. "Let go!" And forcefully pulled Catherine away!
By this time, Rowan had also fed the King the right dosage of medicine. He quickly capped the bottle and tucked it back into his
pocket, then gently laid the King back down.
Father and son's eyes met, conveying thousands of unspoken words.
After settling his father down, Rowan slowly stood up, his powerful aura apparent as he told the two doctors, "From now on, do not
feed any other medicine to my father. Just let him rest."
He did not need to test the medicine for poison anymore. He had confirmed it was in the food. By eliminating a few suspects, he
could identify the culprit and trace it back to the mastermind.
"Louis!" Catherine angrily pointed at him. "Are you trying to kill your own father? So you can inherit the throne?!"
Her words were grating to hear, and made Rowan's brow furrow slightly.
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"You know very well he's critically ill! Yet you won't let him take medicine?! | see you have ulterior motives!" Catherine shrieked at
him uncontrollably. This was the first tshe had openly clashed with him.
Rowan was accused to his face, and his actions had undoubtedly raised doubts among many.
At this moment, the weakened King could not speak, but he was very clear-minded as he gasped for breath with his mouth wide
open.
Rowan slowly turned to look at Catherine, his eyes flashing sharply.
That cold gleam made her flinch. She did not dare confront him directly anymore and kept quiet.
"This sour plum soup is a folk remedy," Rowan told her, and everyone present. "Since eating medicine for so long has shown no
effect, let's try this from now on!"
"Do you have any basis for this?" Iden asked in a deep voice. "What if it has the opposite effect?"
"Could it get any worse than now?" Rowan looked at him expressionlessly, just short of saying they all knew very well.
The King was barely hanging on.
Uncle and nephew's eyes met, a strange aura swirling between them as both kept expressionless faces.
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