The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 396 Undercurrents in Mystic Palace

Just as Queen Catherine was about to leave, a palace maid entered and bowed.

“Queen Mother, Consort Ashley has arrived to pay her respects.”

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Catherine tilted her head in surprise. “Wasn’t she feeling unwell? How is she well enough to come now?”

“She summoned an imperial physician,” the maid replied. “After receiving treatment, she insisted on coming to fulfill her duty.

Catherine nodded approvingly. “At least she has some sense, knowing that paying respects takes precedence.”

Queen Mother Thelma had originally considered keeping Ashley waiting outside, but when she noticed Isolde subtly exhaling in relief, she changed her mind.

“Let her in

Isolde had indeed let out a breath of relief. Catherine’s words were like blades, cutting into the rawest wounds without mercy. She had entered the palace prepared for anything, but just a few careless remarks from Catherine had already shattered her emotional defenses. The woman’s ability to wound without malice was terrifying.

For once, Isolde was genuinely grateful for Ashley’s arrival.

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“Drink your medicine,” Thelma reminded..

Obediently, Isolde took the bowl and downed it in one go. “Thank you. Queen Mother.”

“Feeling any better?”

Before Isolde could respond, Catherine interjected. “How could she feel better so soon? It hasn’t even been a few days. Of course, she’s still grieving. Why must you keep rubbing salt into her wounds? Can we not talk about this anymore?”

Thelma sighed and raised a hand in surrender. “Fine, my mistake. We won’t speak of it.”

Catherine chuckled. “Rare to hear you admit you’re wrong. Almost unheard of.”

Thelma merely rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”

Just then, Ashley entered, accompanied by Vivian. She moved with practiced grace, her curtsy flawless, every gesture refined yet effortless. There was no trace of nervousness–only the quiet confidence of a woman who belonged.

She carried herself with such composure that even Catherine was impressed.

“Are you feeling better?” Catherine asked warmly.

Ashley curtsied again. “Thank you for your concern. Queen Mother. I’m much improved.”

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was poised, neither overly humble nor

her. “Greetings, Your Highness”

pleasant smile. “Ah, Isolde is here as well? You may

Your Highness.”

Catherine said, waving a hand.

with the elegance of someone born into

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her intently, then remarked, “Ashley carries herself well–composed, dignified. Just as one

flatter me. Ashley replied with

continued scrutinizing her, then turned to Thelma with a knowing smile.

“I’m not sure.

no eye for these things. She reminds me of Sophia when she

younger.

again. “I don’t

in features, necessarily. More in demeanor, in presence. And

her an exasperated look. “You’re quite bold, calling your own daughter–in–law

What’s your secret? What kind of elixir are you using?

smiled serenely. “A peaceful

had been prepared for this meeting. She had spent all of last night rehearsing possible questions

had crafted careful, seamless answers.

her so

single

seemed, had no interest in

last, Thelma finally

and Clark has petitioned

Duke’s title. What are vour thoughts on

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than that, the question itself

the Duke’s title what

turned to Isolde, waiting for her

she was even more ambitious than

woman inheriting a dukedom? A title passed through generations of

no real

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would grow exponentially. She was already dangerous. Give

to the quiet threats hidden

she could become

has spoken to me about it. But this is not