Crown Prince Sells Medicine Novelas e Histórias

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

Everyone in the market was now at the scene. “Hey, do you have any idea of who I am? Ahhh, you're the tutor of the crown prince,” He stared at him slowly, recognising him and laughed hysterically. “Did you think being in his good grace means you have some sort of authority, huh? Who are you to give me orders and tell me to be careful, Who? You must have a death wish today, huh? So, let's make it come true,” I don't think he is in his right state of mind. He took the trader's goods and started throwing them at him.

"You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore." A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already...... Have no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head gets disjunctioned from the rest of his body and starts to reel on the floor. The minister spoke again to distract. "I know a way to overcome these....problems." "The sole heiress of Rai chand's....Their coal mines, the business of daimonds....it is in

The crown prince's right hand asks, he nods. "I think she didn't know who I was, so just let it go." The crown prince's right hand just nodded but it was just strange because he never let anyone touch his sword, the last one did it was already at the grave. Not edited

It was impossible for him to fall off the altar this time. Later, the Crown Prince did not know how Young Master Desperate negotiated with the bigwigs. Anyway, he realized that Young Master Desperate was really invincible. After becoming the Sword Master of the White Deer Kingdom in the future, he decisively spent a lot of money to draw him over. The Crown Prince of the White Deer Sect gave too many chips, and even Young Master Desperate fell silent. In this world, only the White Deer Emperor could offer more and better conditions than the Crown Prince!

Roose replied him "It is a very good thing that you never leave your loved ones alone, let's hear quickly and meet in the hall itself." Christian said sarcastically. ~~~Meeting hall~~~ "The meeting will begin with a presentation Before I begin I want to tell you all about myself. My work profile as well as where I was and what would motivate me to come and study in this field, my name is Akash and Tony. I am a chemical engineer by profession. I have also gained expertise in Medicine. Medicine that I know too much about. For this, I have also received a gold medal. I went to Africa after completing my studies. Where I have lived for about 4 to 6 years. The most motivating thing to pro

Waiting. The city itself seemed to respond to the crown’s presence. Markets stirred as guards moved discreetly through the streets, checking for signs of Veil sympathisers. Citizens who had caught glimpses of the crown the night before now whispered of her power, unsure whether to admire or fear it. Children dared to peek from windows, marveling at the faint glow that radiated from the palace, while older citizens murmured warnings to one another, convinced that the crown’s awakening had drawn the attention of unseen forces far more dangerous than anyone in the city could imagine.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"He has no money. I made sure every account under his name was frozen before he could withdraw a dime. So where did all the money come from?" Kebel Long, the king's right-hand man, stood at a loss for words. The crown prince didn't reach out to his brothers or anyone else to lend money. Even if he did, no one would be willing to help. Yet he had gone all out decorating, getting the finest materials. Their wardrobe even came with pre-ordered winter wear made from the softest fur and boots from the finest leather. "My king, it is believed the crown prince had ordered and paid for all these before the accounts were frozen," Kebel stated.

he asked lazily, the sinister smile on his face making violence feel extremely necessary. That smile, arrogant stupid smile. This fool must have forgotten who exactly he was dealing with. The entire underground restaurant had gone silent now. Every eye locked onto our table while tension spread through the room like poison. I stepped forward slowly. One step. Then another. My heels echoed sharply against the marble floor while Rico’s men subtly reached toward their weapons. Good. I hoped they did. One of the fake versions of my papa smiled wider. “Princess,” fake papa said warmly.