“Since that’s the case, why don’t we stick around and enjoy the show? It might just turn into a good story for the future, don’t you all agree?” Seeing that things were spiraling beyond control, someone called out loudly, hoping to use the crowd’s presence to settle the marriage quickly and move on to the next phase of the plan.“Yeah, absolutely!” Who wouldn’t want to watch the drama unfold? The crowd eagerly agreed.Watching the instigators stirring up trouble, Lord Fitzroy sneered inwardly. He leaned down and instructed his steward to take note of these agitators and follow them closely after the situation was resolved, making sure to deal with them one by one.Everyone was excitedly preparing to witness the scene when suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out from the crowd: “Is that Lord Steven of Jasendale up ahead?” A gray-clad elderly woman, dragging along a young woman in a blue dress with her face covered by a light veil, pushed her way through the crowd and came right up to the fr
"My lord, please calm down your anger and let me explain," the young woman said with a bow. "I am Jenny from Jasendale, where my family is well-off. Seven years ago, Lord Steven sought a marriage alliance with my family. My father was delighted, and both families exchanged engagement tokens and signed an agreement. My father then spent his own money to help Lord Steven advance in his career."As she spoke, the old woman rushed forward, spat at Steven, and shouted, "That’s because my husband was blind to see you're just a thankless wolf!""Mother!"The young woman gently patted her mother's hand and continued, "Four years ago, my father died, and our fortunes declined. My mother sent someone to discuss the marriage, but Lord Steven avoided us and fled to the capital. Unable to bear the slight, my mother sold our property and pursued him. We heard he now seeks a marriage with the Fitzroy family, so we hurried here."She turned to Steven, sorrow in her voice, "My lord, my father spent ev
In front of Fitzroy Manor, the crowd surged with suspicion and accusations. Sweat beaded down Steven's forehead—what he thought was a flawless setup had been effortlessly dismantled. That woman in green was clearly determined to expose him, and her talk of facing off in court was nothing more than a diversion to buy time and shift the crowd's attention. If this continued, his master’s grand scheme would surely fall apart.He needed to act quickly to turn the situation around!The woman in green pressed on relentlessly. "Clearing up this matter is actually very simple. We only need to wait two more months for evidence from Jasendale. Once the proof is here, it will be crystal clear who is innocent and who is guilty. Lord Steven, why are you so afraid to wait? What secrets are you hiding?"Wait two months? Nonsense! By then, not only would their engagement be proven false, but his impersonation of Steven would be exposed as well. More importantly, Fitzroy, that sly old fox, would likely
"Let him go!" Reginald waved his hand. The spectacle before him was far more exciting than he had anticipated. He watched the blue-clad woman slipping away through the crowd, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Harland, take him somewhere safe. He might be useful later. I’ve got some business to attend to, so I’ll be heading off first." With that, he turned and headed downstairs.The green-clad woman supported the old maid as they left the Fitzroy estate. Glancing around carefully, they slipped unnoticed into an inn.Upstairs in a private room, Molly, who had been waiting, rushed over to assist the blue-clad woman with a beaming smile. "Miss, I was watching from the side. You were amazing! You had them all speechless! I was laughing so hard, my stomach hurt!"The green-clad woman was none other than Miranda in disguise.Choosing the right person to play the blue-clad woman was crucial since she had to face Steven directly. Who knew what tricks he might pull? A single misstep, and
This girl, she actually suspects he wants to kill someone?If he were to kill someone, she’d be the first!Noticing Reginald’s clear irritation, Miranda stuck out her tongue. Just then, Molly brought in tea, and Miranda eagerly took it, handing it to him personally. She said, “It was small-minded of me to think that way about you, Lord Reginald. Rest assured, both Fitzroy and Croyso are capable enough to keep someone hidden without letting her ruin things.”Seeing that she still worried he might kill the old woman to keep her quiet, Reginald sneered but didn’t argue, nor did he take the tea. He merely looked at her with a distant gaze.“Lord Reginald?” Miranda called softly, testing his mood.Reginald seemed to realize his anger was somewhat unwarranted. He let out a cold snort, abruptly stood, turned away, and said icily, “Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn’t mess things up.” Without using the main exit, he leapt out of the open window in one swift move, leaving the inn behind
This outcome was within Miranda's expectations.Steven’s incident was sudden, coming at an inopportune moment with the murder case. During her confrontation that day, Miranda had repeatedly emphasized waiting for Jasendale’s investigation results. Lord Green, a veteran in the halls of power, could surely sense something amiss. With Steven’s abrupt disappearance, even though he couldn’t secure concrete evidence, it was clear that he had pieced together the truth."My father-in-law asked me to convey his thanks to you, Miranda, and he sent a token of gratitude, which has already been delivered to your chambers. And I’ve brought my own gift as well. Honestly, you saved Wensley from an absurd engagement, which is as good as saving my life!" Lady Fitzroy laughed heartily. "If ever you need a favor from me or the Fitzroy estate, don’t hesitate to ask!"Miranda shook her head with a smile. “You and Lord Fitzroy are too kind. Wensley is my friend, and I didn’t want to see her marry someone un
In the evening, upon returning to the quiet comfort of his study, Lord Croyso received a letter bearing the familiar seal of Lady Langley. He paused, turning it over thoughtfully before breaking the wax seal and reading her message. She conveyed Lady Fitzroy’s words, raising the topic of Miranda’s marriage. Lord Croyso pondered for a moment before writing, “I’ve actually been thinking about Miranda’s marriage for some time now. I have my eye on Earl Sheffield’s son, Fulton. He has a good temperament, is ambitious, and, from what I can see, he seems quite taken with Miranda. Sheffield and I have a close friendship, and he’s straightforward and trustworthy. For my sake, he’d surely treat Miranda well. I think it’s a promising match, but I’m still considering it.”Since Lady Langley mentioned Miranda’s marriage, Lord Croyso realized he should also start considering Selena’s future.***As the light from her candle flickered across the walls, Lady Langley sat quietly, deep in thought. "Th
Selena lowered her head, hesitating for a moment before slowly unfolding the embroidered cloak in front of her father.Selena had added a subtle touch of her own; she stitched her name discreetly into the sleeve of the cloak, in a barely noticeable color.Prince Zachary was already known for his charm and talent, and with her own intelligence and beauty, Selena was confident that it was only a matter of time before she earned his unwavering favor once she entered his palace. When Zachary finally ascended the throne…Then, she would make sure that vile Miranda would be groveling at her feet, begging for mercy!Earl Croyso glanced at his daughter and, seeing that she had completed the cloak he had firmly opposed, frowned and scolded, "You’re so determined; now that it's finished, why not hurry and send it over?"Selena knew that acting rashly wouldn’t achieve her goal and could harm her relationship with her father. She quickly replied, "After hearing your advice last time, Father, I sp
Seeing the man's attire, the burly warrior beside him immediately realized that this must be one of their brothers who had gone to the palace to assassinate someone—now back and enraged, looking for a fight. But upon hearing the words "His Highness is dead," his heart was struck with unspeakable shock, his mind going blank for a moment.Stepping forward, he shielded Miranda and raised his sword to block the masked man’s saber.“Calm down! The commander said this woman might still be useful. Don’t go against his word!”But before his words had even finished, the situation changed in a flash.The masked man abruptly twisted his blade, slashing toward the burly warrior’s neck with lightning speed. The angle was vicious and sudden—nearly impossible to guard against.The burly man had assumed this was merely a furious comrade; it never occurred to him that he would suddenly turn his blade on him. Let alone defend himself—he was still in stunned disbelief even as the blade sliced across his
The man in black twisted Miranda's arm with one hand and held a dagger across her with the other. He jerked his chin toward Molly, signaling her to open the door. His grip on the dagger only tightened.Molly glanced worriedly at her miss before stepping forward to open the door.Standing outside was the regal and elegant Queen Dowager, flanked by Margaret and others—Selena stood nearby.The moment the door opened and the Queen Dowager saw Miranda being held hostage, her expression changed drastically. She shouted, “Who are you? How dare you seize a noble lady? Release her at once!”“Oh, how dearly the Queen Dowager treasures this Miss Croyso,” the man in black sneered. “Good. If Your Grace doesn’t want anything to happen to her, then cooperate and help us get out of the palace. With your seal, I don’t suppose it’ll be difficult? Once we’re somewhere safe, we’ll let her go. How about that?”“Your Grace, you mustn’t!” Margaret cried urgently. “These assassins are after His Majesty’s lif
Hearing those words, Miranda finally let out a breath of relief.The fact that the King was willing to assign her tasks meant he had accepted her explanation.Of course, the King would not so easily trust her loyalty; she would still need to prove herself through her future actions. But at least, for someone like her—cornered by the Queen Mother with no way out—there was now a glimmer of hope ahead.As long as the King truly intended to oppose the Queen Mother, and as long as she could assist him in bringing her down, Miranda would be able to regain her freedom and no longer live under the Queen Mother's control."I understand. I will strictly follow Your Majesty's instructions," Miranda replied. "I used an excuse to leave earlier, and I cannot be away for too long. If there are no further orders, I shall take my leave."The King watched Miranda’s retreating figure in silence.Because of that familiar face, he couldn’t help but pay her a little more attention, though he did not show i
"Miranda?"The King, who had just risen to his feet, slowly sat back down, frowning slightly. After a moment, he said, "Let her come forward."Guided by Giles, Miranda approached gracefully and knelt in salute. "Greetings, Your Majesty."The King studied her closely, trying to guess her intentions. "You asked to see me. What is it you wish to say?""I..." Miranda hesitated, carefully choosing her words."Your Majesty's teachings remain engraved in my heart. Yet, in this world, eight or nine out of ten things do not go as one wishes," Miranda answered calmly, her head bowed. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and caught sight of a sheet of paper on the table. Daringly, she picked it up with a gentle motion. The King silently watched her actions."For a piece of paper," she said softly, "its greatest wish would be to remain pure and untouched — neither stained by ink nor creased by water. Yet once a hand reaches out and soaks it in ink or water, the paper has no strength to resist."She did no
That day, the King came to pay his respects at the Queen Dowager’s palace. The Queen Dowager ordered tea to be served.A young lady stepped forward, dressed in a gown of pale blue silk—the soft, mist-like color seemed steeped in delicate light, graceful and ethereal. Her hair ornaments matched in hue, adorned with teardrop-shaped tassels that swayed gently with her movements, catching the light like liquid glass. Her skin was fair as porcelain, her features fresh and luminous, like a lotus emerging from clear waters.Her simple attire, serene beauty, and quiet elegance gave the impression of a cool spring flowing through a sweltering day—soothing and refreshing.When the King saw that the one serving tea was Miranda, he paused. His gaze lingered briefly on her attire, on her calm expression, on the faint scent of perfume that wafted near. His eyes flickered with a shadowed gleam as he said with a faint smile, “I heard Miss Miranda fell ill shortly after entering the palace, and has be
Miranda was filled with doubts.Zachary had taken a liking to her and, without even asking her opinion, went straight to the Queen to request a royal marriage decree. The Queen Dowager fancied her and instantly ordered her into the palace as a companion. They were all powerful figures—so why was it that when Reginald liked her, he remained so silent? So composed? Why hadn’t she sensed even the slightest hint of his feelings?Even after hearing about her engagement to Sheffield, he simply vanished from her world. Aside from that one moment—when he stumbled into her chambers feverish and disoriented—he never once made a move. He didn’t even try to interfere with the betrothal between the Croyso family and Sheffield.Weren’t people like them always forceful and self-indulgent in love and power alike? And Reginald, with his flamboyant and unrestrained nature—why had he acted so differently?Her head throbbed. With a shake, she tried to banish the thoughts. There was a clear disparity in s
In that faintly charged, ambiguous atmosphere, Reginald’s ears suddenly twitched. He had caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching. His expression changed instantly. He gave Miranda a small nod, pulled up his hood, and with a light, soundless leap, landed on the windowsill. With one hand gripping the ledge, he gave a pull—and in the next breath, his figure vanished from sight.Miranda understood at once and quietly closed the window.***It was deep into the night. No stars, no moon—only utter darkness.Miranda lay upon soft pillows, her eyes shut tightly. Beads of sweat gathered on her pale, smooth forehead, soaking into her hairline. Her head moved slightly from side to side, as if trying to shake something off. Her sleep was uneasy.She dreamt of many things from the past.Foolishness from a previous life. The days in the Croyso household, sharing what felt like a mother-daughter bond with her stepmother. Hans’s sweet lies after she married with him—and her naïve, wholehearte
“Although His Majesty shows great respect and deference to the Queen Dowager, and her position in the palace seems untouchable,” Miranda said firmly, “if their relationship were truly as unshakable as it appears, then why would she need to use me as a pawn? That alone tells me—they don’t fully trust each other. I’m convinced there’s a rift between them.”Her eyes gleamed with quiet intelligence.“Besides, the Queen Dowager is from House Blackwell. So is the Queen. If Prince Zachary ascends the throne, the maternal family’s power will be overwhelming. Lord Reginald, tell me—could the King possibly feel at ease with that? Don’t you think he might also want to bring down the Queen Dowager and the Blackwell family?”If the answer to all of those questions was yes—then that was her opportunity.Especially when she recalled that moment at the Croyso estate—how the King, upon first seeing her, had lost his composure and shattered his teacup. Yet in the Queen Dowager’s hall, he had greeted he
“Miranda, what do you intend to do?” he asked cautiously, probing her thoughts.Miranda didn’t answer directly. Instead, she returned the question, “What do you think I should do, Lord Reginald?”“Just as you said, the Queen Dowager is ruthless and cunning. She doesn’t care if she destroys you in the process. So, Miranda, don’t confront her head-on. Evade her, pretend even, let her think she’s won—just don’t suffer for nothing!” That was the real reason Reginald had come today—to warn her. Earlier, he’d gone to the palace to attend council with the King and was granted leave to walk in the royal gardens afterwards. That gave him the opportunity to send Miranda a message, even now, to meet her here in person.Though he’d already passed along a warning through a young eunuch, he had still worried something might go wrong. That’s why he had been hiding near the gazebo all along, ready to intervene if needed.He had seen everything with his own eyes.In the end, it was Selena who suffered