The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 368 And What Are You?

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After Cristina finally admitted the truth, Rosemary, ever the gracious hostess, decided to extend her hospitality. She invited Isolde to stay and even arranged for Cristina to remain as well. To make the occasion grand, she sent out invitations to the noble ladies of the city for a coffee gathering, complete with snow viewing and flower appreciation.

Of course, among the esteemed guests, she specially invited Princess Aveline and Judith from the palace.

A gathering hosted by Lady Rosemary was an event no one wanted to miss. The invitations had barely gone out before, by mid–afternoon, guests began arriving in droves.

And as if orchestrated by fate itself, just as the noblewomen stepped into the estate, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.

Gasps of wonder filled the air.

Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. “Rosemary said we’d be admiring the snowfall today. I was just thinking, on such a clear and sunny day, where would the snow come from? And yet, the moment I step through your doors, it begins to snow. Tell me, do you have the power to summon the weather?”

Laughter rippled through the gathered ladies.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” someone added. “Didn’t we hear about the drought in Jiangbei? And how Rosemary declared it would rain within three days? Sure enough, the rain came exactly as she predicted.”

Rosemary, basking in the playful praise, waved her hand dismissively. “If I truly had that kind of power, I’d have the Grand Priest’s job by now.”

As laughter filled the air, Isolde emerged, leading Cristina by the hand.

Cristina had needed three full bowls of calming medicine just to steady herself after the ordeal at the Bourbon family estate. To her, that place was nothing short of hell.

Before bringing her out, Rosemary had her attendants dress Cristina up carefully, applying thick layers of makeup to cover her pale, shaken complexion.

The moment the pair stepped into the gathering, Princess Aveline’s gaze sharpened.

“Oh? Isolde? And… William’s concubine, Cristina?” she remarked with an arched brow.

Rebecca smirked. “Wrong. That’s Oliver’s concubine.”

Princess Aveline blinked in surprise. “Oliver has a concubine? Since when?”

Isolde, beaming, interjected, “Now, now, let’s not joke about such things. Oliver just got married–where would he find the time to take a concubine? This, dear ladies, is William’s wife.”

With that, she pulled Cristina forward and introduced her properly.

greet the esteemed

long enough to recognize nearly

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posthumous marriage is far too grim a topic, so I thought I’d lighten the mood.

but after all this time, what did it matter? If she said she hadn’t, then she

you even realize how many people in the city actually believed Cristina was Oliver’s concubine?”

grinned mischievously. “Then that means I win. I should head to the palace for

made a bet with the Queen Mother again, didn’t you?” Princess

she did. The Queen Mother accused her of being reckless, so Rosemary wagered that even the smartest minds could be fooled by her tricks. The Queen Mother didn’t believe her, saying that within two days, people would see

played dirty. Who jokes about something like this? Of course people wouldn’t question

“The point is–I won. And you, dear Judith, are here

“Fine, fine. I’ll report back to the Queen Mother. You can go collect

strolled off, still shaking her head.

idiot. I’ve been holding that grudge for years. Finally, I feel vindicated.”

landed on

made you the subject of my little joke. Are you

her sleeves tightly, head lowered. “I

through clenched teeth, her voice barely masking the resentment seething

everyone

they blame her? She was being paraded around as William’s concubine, when everyone had believed she belonged to

with silent

This was humiliation.

William, nor did she respect him. And his soon–to–be wife,

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was powerful, a true warrior, a man of strength and stature. A man like Jonathan.

But William?

William was nothing.

offered the position of

everything–she had successfully secured a place in the

but as long as she remained within these

Perhaps…

was