All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Prince: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 35Nuri’s POVEvery time I come to the palace, everyone is agitated.I stood in the hospital of the palace, slowly turning over the medical books in my hands.The house was very quiet, only birds and insects could be heard.The doctors were kneeling on the floor. Cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads and some of the cowards were already shivering a little.Nothing scares people more than inscrutable silence.I put down the book in my hand and asked casually, “I heard someone was sick yesterday?”The doctors looked at each other, not knowing who I was talking about.An old doctor cleared his throat and replied carefully, “We received several calls yesterday. Most of the doctors were on duty at His Majesty's Palace. The queen called other doctors because of a headache...”The Queen?I sneer. The queen is always “sick” at the right time.“Weren't there any doctors here yesterday?” I asked.The doctor paused and replied, “There was a doctor here yesterday for an emergency.”

Azariah’s POV“Oh, Dear Azariah, there you are.”As soon as I entered the hall, I heard Diana's bloody melodramatic voice.I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger. I can't be angry, or she will win.“Congratulations, Diana.” I glanced at her and kept my pride.Diana is my cousin, a year younger than me. When she was five, her father won an official position with the Windsor name, and they moved to the capital. Although our family names are all Windsor, they are declining offshoots, and my family is the only respected Windsor family.Diana's father knew exactly where he stood. Over the years, he has been very respectful of us, showing a face willing to serve us, which pleased my father. That's why their family got tickets to the aristocracy. But Diana, a girl from the country, had always had a high opinion of herself and had been comparing herself to me secretly since she was a child.When I was 8 years old, I learned to arrange flowers. She learned to arrange flowers too, and del

Sibyl’s POVIn autumn, when chrysanthemums are at their best, the palace celebrates its most important event of the year -- the Queen's birthday.Since this woman became the queen, she even changed the floor tiles of her palace into gold bricks to show her dignity. She enjoys it when others kneel before her and bow down to her, because it is a feeling of holding power and practicing it. She must feel the dignity of being a queen every day, or she will become irritable.The birthday party every fall is her favorite activity. All the ministers and nobles came to the palace to celebrate her birthday. Everyone offered treasures from all over the continent, spoke the words of blessing, and showed loyalty and fear for the Crown.Previously, Doyle and I were not allowed to attend her birthday party. We had to stay in our house, listening to songs and laughter coming from the garden in the distance. But we never regret it, because being ignored by the queen means safety.But now that I'm Mrs.

Sibyl’s POV“You have made an enemy of the queen. What are you going to do?” Nuri came between me and Manolo.Manolo replied, “I am used to the vagabond life. I can take care of myself. The Queen is powerful, but she cannot hurt me.”Nuri did not like Manolo, but he expressed support for him. “If your life is in danger, I can send some of my men to protect you.”Manolo smiled. “I'm beginning to understand why you're a hero. I'll remember your promise, but I hope I never have to ask you to keep it.”“Where are you going?” I asked him.“I'm going to visit the witch. The entrance to the witch's realm has been closed for 18 years. The last time we went to the south to look for the Dragon Scale, I tried to get in touch with them, but failed. It is said that they will open the entrance on the first full moon in October, and I don't want to give up this opportunity.”“You're going to visit the head witch?”“To be precise, I wanted to make sure she was still alive. and...” Manolo didn't finis

Nuri’s POVIn the hall of the palace, a group of ministers bowed their heads and dared not speak. The Queen sat in her chair on the highest step and acted like an outsider.My cold eyes swept over all the people in the room, gritted my teeth and said, “My soldiers have been fighting on the border. They are all young men. They gave up the chance to be with their families and chose to bleed for the honor of their country. Without them, you would now be slaves to the nobles of other countries. But what did you do to them? You have swapped their winter grain for moldy rice for money!”As I finished, my knight Roth walked into the hall with a bag of rice that my men had been given, and dropped it in the middle of the hall.Every October, the government sends food to the army, which the knights need for the winter and is vital to keeping the army stable. But this year, when we got the grain, we found it was moldy.These grains have a lot of white or green mold, emitting a damp musty smell.