Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Even though hardly anyone cup here, the place was kept remarkably clean. There was even a swing set on the small platform, large enough for two or three people to sit on together. However, there were no guardrails, and the entire platform lacked any kind of barrier. If the swing swung out too far and the person on it couldn't hold on tight, they could easily fall off. Violet invited Jaina to sit on the swing and began to gently rock it back and forth, facing the river view.

Jaina felt a flutter of fear in her heart. Her martial arts skills weren't very good, and her Lightfoot Skill was mediocre at best. She clutched the rope next to her in a death grip.

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"When I met you at Grovehill Estate, you didn't know my identity. How could you be so sure afterward?" Jaina was puzzled. Everything felt too coincidental, as if it had been carefully orchestrated.

Violet replied, "That day, you seemed somewhat familiar tobecause of the mole on your lip. The Hell Monarch's princess consort's mother also had a mole at the corner of her mouth. Plus, you bear a resemblance to the Hell Monarch's wife, and there were sfamiliar mannerisms about you. I felt I knew you, but I couldn't quite place who you remindedof. Now I realize it was Jacob." "Jacob?" Jaina repeated the name, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity. She vaguely recalled a boy who once brought her pound cakes under an apple tree. The sunlight shone on his face, and his smile was broad and bright.

Yet, she couldn't recall what he looked like. And now, that boy had grown up and becthe head archivist at Hell Monarch Estate.

"You still haven't toldhow you knew I was Jaina," Jaina said again.

Violet continued, "Actually, we already knew that Eleanor intended to betroth someone to Thomas, who happens to be my godbrother. They want to place their people within the military. I imagine she didn't keep that from you. If she wanted you to carry out a task, she'd naturally need to inform you." Jaina nodded. "Yes, you're right about that." "From the moment I laid eyes on you, something felt off. You've lived in Harmony Palace for so long, right? Have you seen any women there who bear a resemblance to you? Those concubines of Henry's?" Jaina frowned and shook her head. "I've never seen them." "When Eleanor was younger, she was infatuated with the Duke of Northwatch. You would know him as Hector Sinclair, the grand general who lost his life on the battlefield. He was a marquis back then. However, the duke married Melanie, a lady from the Sullivan family.

"That made Eleanor hate anyone who resembled Melanie. She went to great lengths to gather those who looked similar to Melanie and made them Henry's concubines, forcing them to bear children only to mistreat them later. You also bear sresemblance, especially with that beauty mark on your lip.

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"When we discovered that she had rescued you in Stonebridge County, we suspected there might be more to the story. So, I thought about having Kyle paint your portrait and send someone to Stonebridge County to investigate. But then..." Violet paused for a moment, and Jaina felt a rush of anxiety. She quickly pressed, "But then what?" "But then I saw many portraits in the study when I went to see Kyle. In his search for you, Jacob had Kyle infer what you might look like now. This calculation was made based on your childhood appearance and your parent's looks.

"When I opened the study door, I saw a painting that looked exactly like you. That's why I asked to meet you today It's possible that people resembled each other, so we weren't entirely sure you were Jacob's sister. So, I brought out that rabbit figurine and told you that story. Everything I mentioned actually happened to you and Jacob. It seems that you truly are Jaina York." After hearing this, Jaina fell silent for a long time. She didn't understand art, and couldn't grasp how someone could predict her current appearance based on how she looked like when she was younger and that of her parents. However, memories didn't lie.

Jaina remembered fragments, though they were blurry. As those memories surged back, a deep pain and bitterness filled her heart, mingled with a flicker of warmth.

She had always believed that she was abandoned by her parents because she was sick, and om resentment had built up against them over the years. Because of her abandonment, she wanted to repay anyone who showed her even the slightest kindness, often with a vengeance. Eleanor had saved her. The gratitude she felt was akin to being reborn through new parents. So when

Eleanor offered to take her back to the capital, Jaina didn't object. She obediently followed thinking she would work as a servant in the grand princess' residence to her repay grace.

After returning to the capital, however, Eleanor treated her exceptionally well. She pampered el Jaina and sent people to teach her the proper ways, claiming she would find a good marriage for Jaina in the future. X

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