Miranda has officially broken ties with her wicked stepmother! The curtain has officially risen on the fun of punishing the baddies. Plus, there'll be plenty more chances for Duke Reginald to woo his beloved sweetheart!
Langley Manor, once the estate of a declining noble family in a remote part of the capital, boasts a broad courtyard planted with clusters of green bamboo and a garden full of blooming flowers. The black-tiled, white-walled manor, with its verdant bamboo and floral splendor, exudes a refined elegance. The Langley couple purchased this manor after making their fortune in early business ventures.Amidst the jade-like bamboo, a graceful figure sat in the garden pavilion, savoring her tea with elegance. Sensing something, she slowly set down her teacup and turned around.At the courtyard entrance stood a serene young girl. Mrs. Langley was momentarily stunned by the familiar face, immediately recognizing the visitor. She nodded, gesturing for the maid who brought the girl in to leave.A glimmer of light flickered in the woman’s eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, “You are… Miranda?” She quickly composed herself, concealing her emotions, “Come, sit down!” She instructed the maid beside h
The stolen poem incident ended with the tutor expelled and Selena's servants punished. That night, Selena "accidentally" fell into the water and was rescued in a soaked, near-death state. Tearfully clinging to Count Croyso, she admitted being misled by the tutor. Her pitiful state softened the Count’s heart, resulting in only a harsh scolding and a punishment of copying the family rules twenty times.The accusation against her was thus easily dismissed, showcasing the Countess’s skillful handling.Miranda had expected this outcome; Selena was also her father's beloved daughter. She sighed, knowing revenge would require patience. Under Lady Langley's guidance, she proceeded with plans to hire new servants, which required another outing.On the day she left the estate with Molly, she encountered Selena at the gate, dressed in a bright red, gold-embroidered gown that couldn't hide her pale complexion. A flash of resentment crossed Selena's face, but she forced a smile. "Miranda, where are
Two quarter-hours passed, yet the cash had not been delivered, and Andrew continued his relentless mockery.At that moment, Molly, who had gone out earlier, finally returned and whispered something in Miranda's ear. Miranda turned, her eyes glinting with cunning. "Lord Andrew, the cash has arrived. Would you like to count it to ensure none is missing?""Of course, I must count it," Andrew sneered, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't want to be cheated by any devious means and end up paying out of my own pocket.""Since that is the case, please take your time, Lord Andrew." Miranda had anticipated Andrew's desire to humiliate her and knew he would say this. She smirked slightly and gestured for the guards outside to bring in the money.Robust young men in grey uniforms filed in, each pair carrying a basket as tall as a man. There were fifteen baskets in total, and as they were set down with a resounding thud, dust shook loose from the roof above.Andrew's smile froze on his face, and he sto
The spectacle at the jewelry shop continued until dusk. Andrew, initially furious and embarrassed, soon became resigned and indifferent, eventually adopting a “dead pig fears no scalding water” attitude.His face was lost, and he refused to continue counting the money, leaving the task to the shopkeeper and assistants. Despite this, he remained the unshakable protagonist of this unprecedented thousand-coin counting event, earning him the nickname "Andrew Thousand Coins."It was said that after this incident, Andrew would fly into a rage at the mere mention of "one thousand," "coins," or "copper money," resulting in countless unfortunate servants and accountants suffering his wrath.It was also said that the story of "Andrew Thousand Coins" quickly spread throughout the capital. The tale of a clever woman punishing her ex-fiancé became widely popular, turning into various anecdotes, plays, and songs performed all over the city. This only exacerbated Andrew's temper, leading him to smash
Molly asked with a hint of confusion, “Miss, you know there are problems with Nora and the others. Why not just dismiss them? I bet it was they who stole your poetry book at the last royal garden party and gave it to Miss Selena. Such people are nothing but trouble.”Miranda sat gracefully, using a hairpin to pry open a nut, and replied calmly, “It's easy to find a reason to send them away, but if I dismiss my maids one after another in a short period, it will be rumored that the Count's household treats its servants harshly and is difficult to serve. So, either I gradually dismiss them over a year or two, or—”She paused, her expression darkening, and the nut shell in her hand cracked with a sharp sound.Though she was not in a hurry, these maids were getting too audacious!Although Count Croyso had been called back from the frontier to a civil position, seemingly losing the Emperor’s favor, he had served in office for many years and had extensive connections. His thirty-eighth birth
Miranda took a lacquered box from Molly’s hands, opened it, and smiled. “I know Father loves plum blossoms, so I have this embroidered piece, ‘Longevity with Plum Blossoms,’ as a birthday gift for you.” Together with Molly, she unfurled a meticulously mounted scroll.The snow-white silk revealed ink-black branches, strong and vigorous, with crimson blossoms proudly adorning the tips. The embroidery vividly captured the resilience and beauty of plum blossoms, showcasing Miranda’s exceptional skill. The black threads resembled night, the red silk like precious gems, making it an ideal birthday gift.“What a wonderful piece!” The Croyso Count, obsessed with plum blossoms, couldn’t help but praise as soon as he saw it.The Countess, feeling uneasy, deliberately nitpicked, “Miss Miranda calls this ‘Longevity with Plum Blossoms.’ We see the plum blossoms, but where is the ‘longevity’?”No one expected Rose to step in. After gazing at the embroidery for a long while, she exclaimed, “At first
A middle-aged noblewoman dressed in a plum-colored gown said, "Miss Miranda should have been the one to entertain the ladies, but Lady Croyso is not her birth mother, so how could she dare to command her?" The implication was clear: Miranda should have taken the initiative to entertain the guests from the start. Her lack of action was a breach of etiquette, and Lady Croyso, unable to direct Miranda, had to settle for Selena, which only led to further blame.Lady Croyso seized the moment and said, “Not at all! The fault is mine; I should apologize to Miss Miranda!” She curtseyed deeply, though the apology suggested Miranda was ungrateful.Someone nearby sneered, “All the elders are here, yet Miss Miranda wants to take the ladies away? Lady Sheffield knows the rules, but it seems Lady Croyso and Lady Sheffield have their own set. Perhaps I should ask my husband’s mistress for guidance!” She laughed, shaking, and the others followed suit.Lady Sheffield, long sensitive about her past as a
Miranda stood by the pavilion railing, watching Selena thrash and call for help in the water below. Memories of her past life surged forth, causing her hands to clench tightly and her gaze to turn dark and unfathomable as she looked at Selena. However, she quickly masked her emotions with a look of panic and shouted, "Help! Someone, help! Miss Selena has fallen into the water!"By the time Selena was rescued, Lady Croyso had already rushed over upon hearing the news.Selena, humiliated and furious, threw herself into Lady Croyso's arms, sobbing, "Mother, you must seek justice for me. I don't know how I offended Miranda, but she pushed me into the lake, and I nearly drowned!" The chaos had happened so suddenly and without warning that she still didn't understand what had transpired. But thinking of her public humiliation, she wanted to place the blame on Miranda, making everyone believe Miranda was cruel and had attempted to murder her sister.Lady Croyso, heartbroken, stared at Miranda
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