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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 cthe 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, | 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 shthat 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?

“Are you certain?” Cristina’s voice was a whisper of fury.

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Cristina gritted her teeth, gripping the bed canopy for support. “Dress me.”

“My lady, where are you going? You're in no state to face her now,” Evie cautioned,

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Cristina slowly sat back down, the fire in her eyes never dimming. “She tried to poison me-I won't let this slide.

Demi, go back to my family’s estate. Tell my parents and my brother that | was nearly murdered.”

“Yes, my lady.” One of the maids immediately rushed out.

Cristina exhaled sharply, trembling with rage. “Isolde, this isn’t over.”

Ningser Pavilion

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

Ehad been guarding the doors, turning away every visitor. “They barely slept last night. Let them rest a little

longer.”

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

respects to the elders.”

“They will,” Eassured her. “The entire family will be gathering for the ceremony. There's no rush just yet.”

The housekeeper nodded. “That makes sense. And truly, what a chaotic wedding night! | have never seen a

bride and groom deal with concubine before consummating their marriage. Completely improper.

Rules exist for a reason.”

The housekeeper smiled knowingly. “Indeed, indeed. It's tto set srules.”

Soon after, servants from the Becker, Sharp, and Langley families arrived to inquire about the night. Esme

reassured them that everything had gone well and sent them back to report to their masters.

Inside, Isolde lay sprawled across the bed, lazily watching the golden sunlight filter through the cracks in the

doors and windows. Every muscle in her body ached.

“Just sleep a little longer,” Oliver murmured, pulling her back under the covers the moment he saw her stir.

“Does your waist still hurt?” she asked, curling up against him. The firewalls kept the room warm, but her

exposed limbs still felt the morning chill.

“Not... too much,” Oliver replied, wrapping himself around her and pressing her head against his chest.

“We should 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 of his hair before tracing the shape of his eyebrows with her

fingertip.

Oliver sighed, watching her. He knew how exhausting these formalities would be for her.

“It's fine,” she said with a smile. “There are people in the family who truly care for you. Paying respects isn't a

hardship.”

Oliver gazed at her-sleepy, still slightly groggy, her long lashes fluttering over drowsy, half-lidded eyes. Her

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Feeling his body shift against hers, she instantly squirmed away. “Absolutely not! The whole household is waiting

outside. If they hear anything-

“Since when does the Windermount Wildcat care about gossip?” Oliver smirked, flipping her beneath him, eyes

dark with mischief.

I'm shallow, I'm conventional, and I care about my reputation!” Isolde surrendered, hands raised in faux

innocence.

Oliver groaned. “We just got married, and you're already rejecting me.

“Get up” Isolde laughed, patting his shoulder. “We have duties today.”

“And tonight?

She sat up. “Tonight, we sleep well. Tomorrow is the homecoming visit.”

At that, Oliver yanked her back into the bed, pinning her under the blankets. “If that's the case, then I'll have to

make up for it this morning”

‘No-there’s no time-!"

Her protests were swiftly silenced.

A full thirty minutes later, Isolde finally managed to drag herself up to unlatch the door. If she hadn't locked it

last night, the servants would have barged in by now.

“Finally!” The housekeeper sighed in relief. “We've been waiting for almost an hour.”

Echuckled. “Noelle, Britney, bring in the hot water.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

As the housekeeper stepped inside, Efollowed, eyeing the disheveled bed. Pulling back the covers for a brief

inspection, she nodded approvingly. “Lord Oliver, Lady Isolde-once you're dressed, it’s tto go to the main

hall,”

“Understood,” Oliver replied lazily, leaning against the bedpost.

The housekeeper smiled. “Then | shall report back to Lord Allan.”

As she left, Eexhaled in relief, instructing the maids to assist with dressing.

Miniro, struggling to help Oliver, muttered, “Lord Oliver, please bend down a little.”

“I'll do it myself” Oliver grabbed his robe and slipped it on.

Miniro chuckled. “Sir, today, you should let us serve you.”

“No need for that.” Oliver shot Isolde a quick glance.

Earched a brow. “Did you hurt your waist?”

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