The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 339 The Recklessness of Youth

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Morning came, the snow had ceased, and crimson plum blossoms unfurled, strikingly vibrant against the icy landscape.

Hazel held a pair of scissors, while Hattie carried a basket. As Hattic pressed down a branch, it sprang back, shaking off a flurry of snow that landed straight onto Hazel’s face. Hazel gasped, then glared, “Oh, you’re dead meat now!”

A brief chase ensued before they settled back into quietly trimming the branches.

Lowering her voice, Hattie muttered, “What a pity–she actually survived.”

“I know, right? The dose should’ve been enough.”

“Well, lucky her. But she shouldn’t celebrate too soon. Life is long, let’s see how many more times she can escape. Tomorrow, I’ll increase the dosage.”

will be waking soon.”

“Enough talking. Let’s go–our lady will be waking soon.”

They gathered the freshly cut blossoms into the basket and made their way back to Ningser Pavilion.

Unbeknownst to them, three young maids had also been trimming the plum trees nearby. They exchanged wide–eyed, alarmed glances, too shocked to speak, before silently going their separate ways.

Cristina had just woken up, still plagued by the lingering effects of the poison–her head pounded, her stomach churned, nausea clawing at her throat.

A maid helped her drink the antidote, and only then did she feel a sliver of relief. But no matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn’t understand–how had she been poisoned with arsenic?

The physician who examined her the night before assured her that her wounds weren’t serious. After prescribing a tonic to replenish her strength, she drank the medicine and drifted to sleep. Then came the searing pain in her gut. She had immediately sent for Agnes, who, upon arriving, declared that she had been poisoned. The pain had rendered Cristina unconscious soon after. When she awoke, her maids informed her that Agnes, believing she had attempted suicide again, had made a huge commotion, only for Isolde to coldly shut it down, leaving her humiliated.

Fury and confusion twisted inside Cristina. She despised Isolde–but she also couldn’t figure out how she had been poisoned. There was no arsenic in her chambers.

Just then, her maid Evie burst in, her forehead dusted with melting snow. She dropped a basket onto the table, leaned in, and whispered, “My lady, I know who poisoned you.”

Cristina’s head snapped up. “Who?”

“I overheard something while picking plum blossoms near Ningser Pavilion. Isolde’s maids were talking. They said it was such a shame that you didn’t die and that they’d simply increase the dosage tomorrow.”

Cristina’s vision swam with rage. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. Isolde—she had only just married into the household, and she was already trying to kill her?

you certain?” Cristina’s voice was a whisper of

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are you going? You’re in no state

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won’t let this slide. Demi, go back to my

of the maids

sharply, trembling with rage. “Isolde, this

Ningser Pavilion

wedding night was fleeting, and before they

turning away every visitor. “They barely slept last night. Let them rest a little

already awake. The

family will be gathering for the ceremony. There’s no rush just

makes sense. And truly, what a chaotic wedding night! I have never seen a bride

exist for a reason.”

housekeeper smiled knowingly. “Indeed, indeed. It’s time to set some

Sharp, and Langley families arrived to inquire about the night. Esme reassured them that everything

watching the golden sunlight filter through the cracks in the doors and windows. Every muscle in her body

murmured, pulling her back under the covers the

The firewalls kept the room warm, but her exposed limbs

Oliver replied, wrapping himself around her and pressing her head against his chest.

up. There are people waiting. We need to serve coffee to the elders today.” Isolde rested her chin on his chest, absentmindedly twirling a lock of his hair before tracing the shape of his

her. He knew how exhausting these formalities would

people in the family who

her–sleepy, still slightly groggy, her long lashes fluttering over drowsy, half–lidded eyes. Her

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his body shift against hers, she instantly squirmed away. “Absolutely not! The whole

about gossip?” Oliver smirked, flipping

conventional, and I care about my reputation!” Isolde surrendered, hands raised in

got married, and you’re