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?

certain?” Cristina’s voice was a whisper of

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never dimming. “She tried to poison me–I won’t let this slide. Demi, go back to my family’s estate. Tell my

lady.” One of the maids

sharply, trembling with rage.

Ningser Pavilion

of a wedding night was fleeting, and before they knew it, the sun was already high in the

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

head housekeeper chuckled. “Of course, though Lord Allan is already awake. The newlyweds must pay

her. “The entire family will be gathering for the ceremony. There’s

“That makes sense. And truly, what a chaotic wedding night! I have never seen a bride and groom deal with concubine drama before consummating their marriage.

exist for a

indeed. It’s time to set

about the night. Esme reassured them that everything had gone well and sent them back to

the bed, lazily watching the golden sunlight filter through the cracks in the doors and windows. Every muscle in

Oliver murmured, pulling her back under

hurt?” she asked, curling up against him. The firewalls kept the room warm, but her

her and pressing her head

get 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

exhausting these formalities would be

a smile. “There are people in the family who

her long lashes fluttering over drowsy, half–lidded eyes.

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hers, she instantly squirmed away. “Absolutely not! The whole household is waiting

about gossip?” Oliver smirked, flipping her beneath him, eyes dark

about my reputation!” Isolde surrendered, hands raised in faux

just got married, and you’re already rejecting