Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1322

Violet observed the group before her.

Two of them were shorter in stature, stocky and muscular. They had arms that appeared unusually thick, and their necks had visible veins bulging slightly. The other three were taller. Though their breathing seemed normal, Violet couldn't help but notice that their shoes were nearly spotless, showing no sign of dust.

This suggested they practiced Silent Force, a type of internal martial arts.

Those who mastered Silent Force could control their breathing, making it shallow or deep at will. Judging by their composure, Violet suspected their skills were considerable.

"Do you know martial arts?" she asked.

The group all shook their heads, their faces looking notably sincere. "No."

Violet took another look; in a sudden motion, she threw a punch at the shorter man.

His eyes flickered with alarm, but then he quickly shut them, his face showing a look of fear.

Violet retracted her fist. From the brief flash of light in his eyes, it was clear this was the instinctive

reaction of a martial artist. However, he controlled it well and didn't raise his hand to block.

This, in fact, revealed something. Even someone who didn't know martial arts would instinctively make a blocking gesture if suddenly attacked in the face, regardless of whether they could defend it. However, the short man didn't do that.

smiled faintly and

a cold, silent glance before

gaze conflicted. It was hard to tell if she was hopeful or frightened, but she was

bushes, aptly named Rose Hall. A thin wall separated them, and those with sharper hearing could probably make out conversations from Emerald Hall, especially if someone

also resided in Emerald Hall, though not in the same room. Originally, when Eleanor had sent her to Hayden as a concubine, Hayden had no interest in one. He had taken her in more as a casual companion to ease his boredom. She had her quarters,

what Violet had heard from

strange atmosphere that seemed

be walking around, as though on patrol. Bun had noticed it too, rising from his seat and

was tense-so different from the lighthearted feel

atmosphere came from, but it felt like there was an invisible killing intent even while she was lying in bed.

observed the night before. They gave no indication

seemed that Willowbrook Estate housed quite a few people,

split up to carry out

made his way to the kitchen, inspecting the provisions. When he saw the large quantities of grains and meats set aside-enough to feed over a hundred people-he turned to the cook and asked, "Why are there so

for today, my lord.

eyebrow. "Then why

eat too," the cook

couldn't help but feel

servants ate the same

even fish and shrimp was the same in both quantity

each one of the gates was meticulously clean, as though they were regularly used. Yet, all the gates were closed. She asked