The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 313 She’s Smitten

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Martha stood up, overwhelmed with gratitude, her face full of flattery. “I have long heard of your unparalleled beauty, and now that I’ve seen you in person, I must say–it is truly my greatest fortune.”

“Enough with the pleasantries, sit down.” Ashley smiled at her, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re Isolde’s younger sister, aren’t you?”

Ashley had never thought much of people like her. She had already learned all there was to know about the Langley family back in Zloimond.

Martha was Vance’s daughter, but since she wasn’t of the direct Langley bloodline, she never held any real status. Yet, back when Prudence had been using Geoffrey’s wealth to support Vance, the man had grown arrogant, and Martha had lived like a pampered noble lady.

Unfortunately, the tides had turned. With the series of misfortunes that had befallen their family, and her strained relationship with her legitimate elder brother, Martha was now practically an orphan.

Seeing her bow so low today, Ashley knew she was looking for a way out.

“I heard you’re now Douglas’s goddaughter. That makes us family, doesn’t it?” Martha beamed.

“That’s right.” Ashley studied her. “What brings you here today?”

“The Langley family was at the Valen estate today, discussing the final arrangements for the wedding. Since I had nothing to do, I thought I might be of help. When I heard you were in the estate, I couldn’t resist coming to pay my respects. I’ve long admired you, and now that I see how kind and approachable you are, I feel truly honored.” Martha’s voice was filled with practiced sincerity.

Once I enter the palace, rules will dictate my every move, but here in the estate, things are far more relaxed.”

Ashley chuckled. “Since we’re family, let’s not waste time with such for

“Yes, of course!” Martha’s face lit up at the way Ashley addressed her as a sister.

“By the way,” Ashley reached for her coffee, idly tracing the rim with her fingers, “I heard you have a brother who serves the King. What was his name again? I can’t seem to recall.”

“My brother is Clark,” Martha answered quickly. Sensing an opportunity, she added, “He adores me.”

Ashley’s fingers continued to trace the cup’s edge, but she didn’t take a sip–the coffee had long gone cold. “A brother’s love, how fortunate you are. Unlike you, I was orphaned at birth. My grandparents raised me, but I never had the love of siblings. I envy you.”

Martha forced a smile. “There’s no need to envy me. You are the one with true fortune. Before even entering the palace, you’ve already been granted the title of consort. Countless women dream of such an honor.”

Ashley’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Yes, the King’s favor is immense indeed.” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Tell me, what exactly does Clark do in the King’s service?”

hesitated. How would

a soft laugh. “Perhaps he

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with me?” Ashley’s tone was casual,

naive. She could tell Ashley was probing

made sense. After all, as a future consort, Ashley would naturally want to understand

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hear? Or… perhaps I could ask Clark and find out something interesting

go out of your way,” Ashley said, lightly patting Martha’s hand, her expression meaningful. “But

expected to be brushed off, but instead, Ashley was giving her an

she didn’t let her excitement show. Instead, she let out a soft sigh and said, “To be honest, my visit today was not just for pleasantries. I have a favor to ask.”

Ashley studied her.

now… she was beginning to see

people–those who didn’t waste time with unnecessary pretense

of her younger

that deals made the strongest

contained excitement in Martha’s eyes, and said, “Speak. Let’s see if I

an hour later, Ashley saw

Martha curtsied. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring

thoughtful of

of the room,

the Langley estate

running around all day. I’m here to demand a cup of coffee–surely someone will serve

of talk is that? After all the effort you’ve put into Lady Isolde’s wedding, even if you asked for the finest wine, I’d find a way to get it for you.”

what to say. I’m

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