The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 297 The Theory of Imprints

After waiting for a while, the doors to the inner hall opened.

Out cRowena, the palace maid. By now, the sky had brightened, and the sun rose from the east, painting

the clouds with hues of orange. Birds chirped, filling the air with a sense of vitality.

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Rowena wore a gentle smile and curtsied, “Queen Mother requests the presence of the Queen and the

concubines.”

Since the Queen and the concubines were to be received first, Isolde and the other noblewomen had to wait

outside.

Aveline could have entered immediately, but seeing Isolde waiting, she decided to stay with her.

The Queen led the concubines inside. Isolde had expected to wait for at least half an hour, but to her surprise,

the Queen and the concubines emerged shortly after, having spent less than the tit takes for half an incense

stick to burn.

Rowena reappeared and addressed the noblewomen, “Queen Mother requests the presence of the ladies and

young misses.”

Isolde quickly adjusted her attire and followed the procession inside.

However, as she ascended the stone steps, Rowena stopped her, “Princess Langley, please wait. You may enter

after the other ladies have paid their respects.”

Isolde was taken aback and looked up, meeting Alice's smug gaze.

According to their status, they were to enter into groups. What was she thinking? Did she believe she could enter

alongside everyone else?

It seemed the Queen Mother was well aware of her lowly status. Though she had been granted the title of

princess, it was merely a formality, much like her father’s title as the Duke of Blackmoor.

Isolde had no choice but to stand aside. Aveline wanted to stay, but Rowena said, “Princess Aveline, please go in

first. Rosemary, Marchioness of Greystone, is inside and wishes to speak with you.”

Aveline had no choice but to say to Isolde, “Don’t worry, | won't leave too quickly. I'll wait for you inside.”

“Yes,” Isolde replied softly.

In truth, this was better. If she were to have a private audience, it would be easier to speak her mind.

Esme, worried that Isolde might be anxious, offered a few words of comfort. But Isolde, preoccupied with her

thoughts, remained silent.

The noblewomen stayed slightly longer than the Queen and the concubines. When they emerged, they had left

their gifts behind.

Caroline, supporting Alice, glanced haughtily at Isolde and sneered, “What does she think she compare herself to

us. She wanted to enter with us, but she wasn’t even allowed.”

With that, they walked away.

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in her private chambers.”

Alice and Caroline, hearing this, turned back in unison, their eyes wide with shock.

The private chambers? And she was to go alone?

Under their envious and resentful gazes, Isolde followed Rowena.

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The private chambers could be accessed from the main hall, but they could also be reached by taking a detour

through the corridors.

Since there were still people in the main hall, Rowena led Isolde around from the outside.

Eand Rowena caught up, exchanging greetings and discussing recent events.

Isolde remained silent, listening to their hushed conversation.

When they reached the entrance to the private chambers, Rowena opened the door and said to Isolde, “Go in.

Queen Mother is waiting for you.”

Isolde curtsied in thanks.

Ewanted to follow, but Rowena stopped her, “Con, it’s been a while since we last talked. Let's catch up

outside.”

“But...” Eglanced worriedly at Isolde.

Rowena smiled, “Don’t worry. Do you really think Queen Mother would give her a hard time?”

Echuckled, “Of course not.”

“Let's go. Don’t keep Isolde waiting. Look how nervous you are, making her nervous too.”

Isolde was indeed nervous. Standing before the beaded curtain, she took a deep breath but didn’t lift it.

Just as Rowena and Eleft, she took another deep breath, trying to calm herself. Just as she was about to lift

the curtain, a dignified voice cfrom inside. “What are you still standing there for? Cin!”

Isolde’s heart skipped a beat, and her breathing becerratic. She hastily lifted the curtain, forgetting all the

etiquette Ehad taught her. She strode in with the confidence of a soldier, quickly reaching the center of the

room.

She suddenly found herself standing before Queen Mother.

Queen Mother sat cross-legged on a couch, a low table in front of her holding two steaming cups of coffee.

“Chere,” Queen Mother said. She wore a yellow robe embroidered with flying phoenixes, her face slightly

pale but her eyes sharp and piercing.

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Isolde, feeling flustered under her gaze and already anxious about the questions she wanted to ask took a step

forward but forgot to lift her skirt. She tripped and fell headfirst, her forehead hitting Quec shoe.

For a moment, Isolde’s mind went blank. She looked up and met Queen Mother's expressionless face and sharp

eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of helplessness.

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“I... Your servant, Isolde Langley, pays her respects to the Queen Mother!” Isolde reacted quickly, turning her fall

into a formal bow.

“Marshal, if you were this flustered on the battlefield, what would becof you?” Queen Mother addressed her

directly as “Marshal.”

“I won't!” Isolde, sensing that the Queen Mother wasn’t angry, grew bolder and replied firmly.

“Get up and sit over there,” the Queen Mother pointed to the other side of the low table.

“I wouldn't dare!” The spot the Queen Mother indicated was on the other side of the couch, which would mean

sitting as an equal to Queen Mother.

“Sit!” Queen Mother's voice hardened, and she barked the command.

Isolde, startled, quickly scrambled over and sat down. “Yes!”

Queen Mother pointed to the cup beside her, “Drink. You must not have had anything warm since entering the

palace this morning.”

Isolde smiled sheepishly, “Yes. Esaid we might have to wait a long time, and drinking water might be

inconvenient.”

She picked up the coffee and gulped it down. She was indeed thirsty, and the dry bread she had eaten that

morning still felt stuck in her throat.

Queen Mother didn’t seem to mind Isolde’s unrefined way of drinking coffee.

She looked at Isolde, “Oliver toldyou wanted to see me.”

“Yes,” Isolde set down the teacup, trying to figure out how to broach the subject.

However, Queen Mother spoke first. “I know what you want to ask. But there's no need to ask too much. Just

walk the path before you, do your work, and live well.”

“Yes,” Isolde hesitated. She wanted to ask about the child. “Then... does Your Majesty know what the General

said? | don’t ask for the reason, only about the child...”

“You are a person of merit. What is yours will cto you. That child has a connection with you, though the

depth of it is unknown. If it comes, it will be him. If not, he will not suffer.”

Isolde’s nose tingled with emotion. “I just pity him for the suffering he endured.”

Queen Mother smiled, took Isolde’s cup, and placed it over the imprint left by the previous cup. “Do you see?

Can you still find the imprint of the previous cup?”

Isolde shook her head, dumbfounded, “No.”

“Exactly. No matter how deep the imprint is, if something replaces it, it can no longer be found. It just so

happens to cover it up.”

Isolde seemed to understand but also felt that such matters were beyond her comprehension. So, she just stared

blankly at Queen Mother.

“However, the imprint is still there,” Queen Mother removed the cup, revealing the imprint beneath. She looked

at Isolde, “So, the suffering you endured, the mistakes speople made-they all leave imprints.

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Everyone who experiences such events will have imprints. You have them, Oliver has them, and they have them

too.”

“Then how do we replace them? What's the use of replacing them?” Isolde didn’t understand.

“Because these imprints don’t just concern you. They concern the nation and the world. What you want the

world to see is this intact cup...” She moved her cup over to cover the imprint again. “As for that imprint, only

those who experienced it need to know.”

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