Crown Prince Sells Medicine Novels & Stories

"You and Mom have always been biased toward Zadie. If I hadn't done this for Sally, would you have ever given anything to her?" Dad let out a cold scoff. "If that's how you feel, then I might as well give your share to Zadie." The words had barely left his mouth when Luca exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you? That's my share!" The entire banquet hall fell silent. Upon realizing that he had inadvertently exposed his true character, Luca quickly lowered his voice and tried to justify his outburst. He hastily said, "I mean… I'm your heir. So, I should manage more of the business. A young woman like Zadie wouldn't be able to handle it."

the healer pointed to a small box on my bedside table, “Here are the medicines I prescribed for your recovery. You must take them diligently for three days. It will help quicken the restoration of your cultivation. Keep in mind that it will only recover some of it.” “But what kind of powers instead? Why would I gain more than what I already have?” I continued asking. “I’m not yet bestowed the official title of Crowned Prince. I find it odd to have too many powers instantly.” The healer didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to James and waited for him to speak. I looked at James and we shared a glance for quite a while. He then returned to the healer and said, “Thank you for your service, good si

Only Violet, his beloved, seemed to melt that icy facade. “Nothing much, Uncle,” the Crown Prince said with a casual shrug. “Just a small disagreement with Dr. Scarlet here over the future of someone I have taken an interest in.” My stomach dropped. Why did he have to throw me under the bus like that? I was here to treat his family, not to be political bait. The King’s gaze turned on me, quite sharp and assessing. “It is rare for someone to disagree with the Crown Prince,” he said, his tone layered with curiosity and a hint of challenge.

It doesn't seem like the day has gone by so quickly; the Crown Prince has lost the title he was so proud of. Meanwhile, Cudo was sentenced to death by hanging for selling underage humans, all based on the testimony of his wife, Ellie. The title of Marquis of the Cudo Maharani family was stripped from him, and the kingdom confiscated all his wealth. Naturally, all the nobles suggested that Maharani's property be distributed to all the families of the victims, and that traces of the victims who had been sold be searched for.

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

The emperor sponsored his medication on the search for the hermit physician. They finally found the old physician inside the apothecary. He wears no distinct loose tunic and brown trousers. He has long hair streaked gray by the fullness of his age. Around his waist is a girdle tied with bags of herbs and medicines. He crouches while walking and glances around with his failing sight. Albeit, no vicious threat would win over him for his strength has not failed him yet. He can tell that many people are coming even though the only person present is Prince Thariem.

“Ma’am, who gave you the poison?” I give her a small smile. “It’s not important anymore.” I take off my crown, and as I do, I hear her ask, “Was it Princess Vivian?” My body freezes at her question. When I look at her, her voice is gentle. “I’m aware that you’re not the princess. King Cedric has appraised me of the situation.” “I see.” My heart is thudding in my chest. “Then”—I glance at her, confused—“why are you treating me with so much respect? I don’t expect you to—”

The rogues roared with laughter, their crass amusement blinding them to the cold, calculating glint of greed in Erico’s eyes. “Then comes the Crown Prince,” he continued, his voice gaining a chilling edge of anticipation. “He’s so utterly enamored with Zela, I’m certain he’ll pay any price to have her back. We’ll milk him for every last coin he possesses, he’ll have no choice but to pay. But be warned, you’ll collect the money while I keep the ‘cash cow’ safe and sound. Ensure my involvement is never revealed. Never speak my name, even if you’re captured and broken. Because if you do, there will be no one left to save you.”

"Yes, I do. Should you diamond encrust the tracker? I think that would really bring out the sparkle." I rolled my eyes. "You know what I'll design for you? A muzzle." "Please make it jewel-encrusted so I can sell it for a nice mini yacht." I shoved him again, more playfully this time. "It will be all glass crystals so you won't be able to tell the difference. You'll get laughed out of the appraiser's office before you even have a chance to sit down." "I can't believe you'd treat your best man this way. I thought you were better than this, Rashid. It seems your Prince-ly ways have never truly left you."

My voice was entirely flat, freezing, and completely devoid of emotion. "Seal the room. Lock it down entirely. Let absolutely no one in, not even the Chief Medical Officers. If anyone asks, he is under a strict, quarantined rest." "Yes, Lord Malachi," the guards muttered in unison. They instantly drew their heavy swords, stepping in front of the doors and locking down the corridor. I turned back to look at the broken, seizing King one last time before pulling the heavy doors shut. "Marcus!" I shouted down the dark hall. "Bring me a raven. It is time to send a message to our ambassadors at the summit. Announce the Alpha's tragic, sudden decline. Let the entire court know that the Blood Moon c