The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 294 See the Queen Dowager

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Esme remembered when she was leaving the palace, Doug had come to see her. Since she was going to the residence of a high–ranking official, she had first sought Queen Dowager’s permission.

She clearly recalled that Queen Dowager had said to her, “The person you are going to serve is very important to me. She has suffered a great deal. Take good care of her and assist her well. You are skilled in managing household affairs, so help her with those. She is not destined to be confined to the inner chambers.”

At the time, Esme thought Queen Dowager was referring to the hardships Isolde had endured while living in the manor or the fact that she had grown up lonely and isolated, living like a commoner despite her noble birth. She had no idea that Isolde had actually died once and come back to life.

Having her belly cut open, her child taken away, and then being burned alive–what a cruel and horrifying fate.

Tears welled up in Esme’s eyes as she silently walked away.

Isolde needed to enter the palace. While it wasn’t as difficult as before, it still wasn’t easy. Without summons, she couldn’t enter the palace casually.

Oliver, however, was different. He could move freely in the presence of the King. So, Isolde asked him to go to the palace first and inform Queen Dowager that she wished to enter the palace to pay her respects.

After Oliver left, Isolde sat in front of her dressing table, her emotions taking a long time to settle.

The hatred she had forcibly suppressed came rushing back, burning her heart like a raging fire. She wished she could storm into the Valen residence and kill Margaret and William right then and there.

Esme walked in, holding a cup of ginseng soup. She placed it on the table and picked up the half–finished embroidered egg, handing it to Isolde. “Continue.”

Isolde stared at the nearly completed egg, her mind still filled with everything Oliver had told her.

After her death, her remains had been hung on the city gates for three days as a warning. She had never expected him to show any regard for their past relationship, but to climb to power by stepping on her remains–he had truly done it.

“Embroider. Calm your heart and be the bride you’re meant to be,” Esme said softly as she sat down.

“Esme, you don’t understand!” Isolde said in anguish, tossing the embroidery onto the floor in frustration.

Esme bent down to pick it up and placed it back in front of Isolde. “Trust me, I understand everything. But life must go on. Now, you’re about to live the life you’ve always dreamed of. You have someone who loves you. You’re no longer a lonely little girl who has to live at the mercy of others. Now, you can protect everything you have, and even if you can’t, there are many people who will help you.”

Isolde looked at her blankly.

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She took the embroidery and picked up the needle, stitching through the fabric with steady, repetitive motions. The texture of the embroidered egg was different from the smooth silk, but the pattern had its own rhythm, circling around until it

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down the embroidery and hugged Esme, her voice hoarse, “Thank you. Thank you for understanding everything but never pointing it out. Thank you for always being by my side, shielding

Isolde away, pretending to be stern. “Keep embroidering. I’m

Isolde sniffed. “Yes!”

one of deep affection. She took a

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unable to believe how easily the raging anger in her heart had been

it was because Oliver had said they still had important

know what those things were, she knew that

again that evening. Queen Dowager was unwell, but she had granted Isolde permission to enter the palace the

her

respects.

her mind, and though she had calmed down

she was nervous, nervous about what she was going to

awake, but it

had said earlier now felt like a dream

had died and come back to life once, and Oliver had died once and seen

even began to wonder if her past life had really been

had felt so real. It wasn’t a dream. So, was this a dream? Or was everythi her

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didn’t know. Her mind was a chaotic mess, and she felt as though she had lived through a lifetime and

yet she was