The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 213: Yes, I Do

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Eleanor spat. “Johnathan didn’t come to the front yard for a drink. Instead, he went to Ningser Pavilion. He’s a dignified marquis, but he actually went to the wedding room. That’s not right.”

When Cristina heard that Johnathan had gone to the Ningser Pavilion, she was initially shocked. However, hearing Eleanor’s sour and sarcastic words, her expression immediately turned ferocious. She said sternly, “Johnathan has his own limits when he does things. When is it your turn to criticize and guide him? Who do you think you are? You’re just a concubine of the Marquis Eldermere’s estate. You lowly thing!”

Although Eleanor was in dire straits, she was still the eldest daughter of the Blackwell family. The Baron’s family background wasn’t initially strong; he was only promoted after marrying the eldest daughter of the Valen family. Eleanor thought, How dare Cristina be so arrogant? She sneered, looking at Cristina disdainfully. “What kind of lowly thing are you? Originally, you were the bride today. You despised Oliver but yearned for Johnathan. Who doesn’t know your greed and vanity? Everyone thinks you’re shameless! If you have the ability, go to Rosemary and compete with her. If you can enter Johnathan’s family, I’ll bow and apologize to you. What do you think of that?”

Cristina had come with that intention. Provoked by Eleanor, she immediately said sternly, “Alright, you bitch. Just wait and see. I’ll make you bow and apologize later.”

After saying that, Cristina strode toward Ningser Pavilion. Before leaving, she had dressed up specially, wearing a pink taffeta embroidered feather dress. The taffeta was light, soft, and smooth, falling vertically to the ground. The hem was embroidered with a green bird, its end spreading like a tail. Her makeup was light; her skin was already delicate and flawless, the makeup adding only a hint of redness. Her eyebrows were slightly arched, giving her an energetic and dignified look. Her black, smooth hair was tied in a bun with a pearl hairpin, her forehead hair combed down, making her appear lively and charming. Even she was mesmerized by her own appearance, believing she could surpass the “barbaric” middle-aged Rosemary.

Cristina thought, She’s acting so recklessly because the Queen Mother dotes on her. Johnathan has long hated her, but she doesn’t know her place at all. Cristina was certain that if Johnathan saw her, he would look at her differently. It doesn’t matter even if I can only be a concubine. No matter what, I can chase Rosemary away in the future.

Arriving at Ningser Pavilion, she saw an old nanny at the door. Restraining her expression, she smiled gently and said, “Hello, madam. Is Isolde inside? I’ve come to offer my best wishes for her new marriage.”

The nanny, Esme, knew Cristina and sized her up indifferently. “Wait a moment. The Marquis and Marchioness are inside.”

Cristina’s eyes darkened upon hearing “Marchioness.” “Is it the Marchioness of Greystone?”

“Today’s wedding is hosted by the Marchioness of Greystone. Of course, it’s her. Is there anyone else?” Esme glanced at her, unsure of her motive. “Miss Felton, please go enjoy yourself at the bar. I’ll convey your blessing to Isolde.”

Cristina knew Johnathan was inside and wouldn’t leave. Although Esme’s words were unpleasant, she couldn’t stoop to argue. What if Johnathan mistakes me as a vulgar woman? Then there will be no difference between me and Rosemary.

“I’ll wait here for a while,” Cristina said.

Esme replied, “Then you’ll have to wait a while. Princess Aveline and the prince are also inside.”

Cristina disliked Princess Aveline, a commoner girl favored by the King and given the title of his sister, now grown complacent. With so many disliked people gathered, Cristina decided to wait outside first. Johnathan won’t stay in there for too long. However, she didn’t understand why Johnathan was there. How could a man other than the groom enter the wedding room? Perhaps it’s because Oliver has died?

Cristina turned and walked away, finding a hiding place to wait for Johnathan. She had thousands of words to say but didn’t know where to begin. Last time, at Isolde’s silk shop, Cristina had been somewhat rude, but she knew Johnathan had feelings for her. His gentle, deep gaze had made her believe in his feelings. He’s such an excellent man; how could Rosemary, that vulgar woman, treat him so badly? Fortunately, destiny has arranged our meeting. True love is never too late, thought Cristina.

Waiting for about half an hour, she saw Johnathan coming out alone. Hiding behind a tree, she watched him in his blue robe, enveloped by the night lights. Thirty-eight years old, he possessed majesty, dignity, and elegance. His features were clear, but something between his brows hinted at sorrow or worry; he looked unhappy. Right, how could he be happy? He has to face a woman he doesn’t love every day. How could he be happy? Cristina’s heart ached, longing to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

Watching him approach, Cristina took a deep breath, stepped out from behind the tree, and after three steps, pretended to be surprised, asking, “Hello, Marquis of Greystone. What are you doing here?” She bowed gently, adding, “Greetings, Marquis.”

Johnathan, deep in thought, was startled by her greeting. He only faintly acknowledged her and walked past.

Cristina could hardly believe it. He just left like that? He didn’t even look at me? How could this be? Didn’t he miss me? If he didn’t love her deeply, how could he look at her so lovingly? But how long had it been? Had he had a change of heart?

Letting her imagination run wild, she looked up and saw Rosemary at the courtyard door, looking at her coldly. Cristina understood. He hadn’t looked at her because he was afraid Rosemary would cause trouble and hurt her. He’d rather suppress his longing than let her be hurt.

“No, I can’t let him suffer like this. He isn’t the one in the wrong. If someone has to be wronged, I will be the one, but I won’t always be wronged.” Cristina turned, firmly looking at Johnathan’s back and shouted, “Johnathan!”

Johnathan turned around, surprised. “Huh? What’s the matter?”

Cristina walked in front of him, mustering the courage to look at him. Seeing his handsome face, her heart beat wildly, as if about to fly out of her chest. She looked at him in a daze, wishing to fall into his arms.

Johnathan’s eyes were filled with confusion. “You have something to say?”

Cristina nodded, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. It’s worth it for him. She took a deep breath and blushed. “Johnathan, even if I can just be your concubine, I won’t feel aggrieved; I’ll be happy. As long as I’m by the side of the person I love, I won’t mind even if I’m a concubine.”