Chapter 1687: Could It Get Any Worse?


    Chapter 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 "Let me through!"


    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


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    him away. "This is not the time to 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!


    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, some of the precious medicine sshed onto the nket. This


    made Rowan very angry too. He was fuming and wished he could p her!


    Seeing that the King had indeed drunk the stuff, Catherine became even 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 ire rushed to the doorway and saw this tug-of-war!


    "What are you doing, Queen Consort?" ire 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 gentlyid 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.


    "You know very well he''s critically ill! Yet you won''t let him take medicine?! I see you have ulterior


    motives!" Catherine shrieked at him uncontrobly. This was the first time she had openly shed with


    him.


    Rowan was used 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 shing 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.