I had some free time today, so here's a second update. Enjoy!
Hearing the servants' exclamations, everyone was taken aback and looked at what they held. It was a piece of uncut turquoise brocade, seemingly wrapping something, but it was definitely not a man's clothing. Lady Croyso was dumbfounded. The clothing had been buried under her orders; how had it turned into a turquoise brocade? Now, all their efforts seemed like a joke. Who had meddled in this? Miranda and Molly hadn’t returned to their rooms or gone to the garden; could it be that one of the maids had betrayed her?Amidst the chaos in her mind, Lady Croyso suddenly heard Lord Croyso's angry roar, even more furious than before.Lady Croyso glanced over and was equally shocked. The turquoise brocade wrapped an ordinary white cloth doll, but the crucial point was that the doll was covered in ink-stained writing spelling out Miranda's name, with bright silver needles stuck all over its body—this was a curse!Lady Croyso felt a heavy weight in her heart. The flawless plan had now spiraled ou
Molly's heart sank, and she quickly knelt down, exclaiming, "I didn't do it! I would never dare do such a thing!"Miranda suddenly lifted her head, her voice trembling, "Father, it couldn't have been Molly."If Miranda didn't plead for Molly, Molly would be doomed, cutting off one of Miranda's key allies. But now, by pleading for Molly, Miranda fell right into Lady Croyso's trap. A faint smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she feigned confusion, "Why are you so certain, Miss Miranda?""When I distributed the ice silk to everyone, Molly wasn't by my side. Moreover, Molly has been with me all day and never left my side. But the traces of soil are fresh, likely dug up today, meaning Molly had no opportunity to do this." Miranda's soft voice still carried a slight tremor, but her reasoning was clear."Molly may have arrived late, but she could have obtained the ice silk from another maid. Although she has been serving Miss Miranda all day, she could have had someone else bury these
"Lady Croyso, based on the unfounded claims of a mere maid, your head maid truly believes that Miss Miranda has been involved in an illicit affair and reports this to you as a serious matter? Don’t you think this is utterly ridiculous? I did not know that in the Croyso household, rumors could be treated as facts, and that the maids can tarnish the reputation of the young ladies without any investigation?" Lady Fitzroy spoke coldly, her words directly targeting Lady Croyso.Lady Croyso glared angrily at the maid who had reported earlier. After so many years of service, she had made such a careless mistake, reporting without checking what was buried under the soil, causing such a farce. She reprimanded sternly, "Do you know your crime?"The maid turned pale and hurriedly kowtowed, "I beg your forgiveness, I beg your forgiveness!""There’s an old saying: the servant follows the master. If Lady Croyso truly valued Miss Miranda, how could your maid be so careless and disrespectful? Even if
Night had fallen, and a shadow slipped silently into the inner chamber. The figure was clad in black, blending seamlessly with the darkness, making it nearly impossible to detect except for the brief glint of light reflecting off a silver mask that concealed their face.Miranda initially thought that Lady Croyso was playing another trick to tarnish her reputation. But she quickly dismissed the idea—if that were the case, the intruder would have made a commotion to ensure everyone knew, leaving her with no defense.The intruder suddenly froze, sensing Miranda's presence, and swiftly darted behind her, reaching out to knock her unconscious. Miranda was horrified and desperately tried to evade, her long black hair sweeping through the air in a graceful arc as her frightened face was suddenly illuminated by the moonlight.The intruder hesitated for a brief moment, then switched the intended strike into a hook. A gleaming dagger slid from his sleeve, pressing accurately against Miranda's ne
The next day, in accordance with his promise, the Earl of Croyso brought over a few maids for Miranda to choose from. Miranda selected a few plain-looking girls and assigned them to stay by her side for menial tasks. However, what was even more unexpected was that the Earl invited Lady Langley to the estate for lunch. No one knew what kind of agreement the two had reached, but on the surface, it seemed that they had reconciled their differences.Over the years, it was publicly stated that Lady Langley and the late Countess Anna had never gotten along, which was why the two families had little contact. But in private, everyone in the Earl's household knew that it was because the Earl had always blamed Lady Langley for Anna's death. For the past ten years, Sophie Croyso, as the second wife, had controlled the Earl’s household and had completely severed ties between the two families. Now that the Earl had stepped in to reconcile the relationship, did this mean the winds were changing? Sp
“I’ve heard that the previous tutor was problematic, corrupting these young ladies of noble birth. I have a list of new tutors here, recommended by Lady Fitzroy. They are said to be quite good. The Earl mentioned that he would send someone to invite them soon. To ensure you don’t miss anything important due to your lateness, I’m informing you once more!”Lady Langley’s voice was as cold and clear as jade. She first criticized Lady Croyso for her poor management of the estate, having hired an unsuitable tutor. Then, she pointed out Selena’s disgrace at the banquet, mentioned her own connection with Lady Fitzroy, and finally, emphasized that the Earl had already agreed to her suggestions. She was merely informing Lady Croyso, striking at each of Sophie Croyso’s vulnerabilities.Miranda hadn’t expected Lady Langley’s words to be so sharp, raising an eyebrow slightly.Lady Croyso was surprised as well. A decade had passed, and although their positions were now reversed, Lady Langley still
"My lord..." Sophie·Croyso called out timidly."Are you so eager to make her suffer?" Earl Croyso sighed deeply, his expression darkened. "I know you've endured a lot in the past, and Julie Langley has never been easy to deal with. But now, you are the one in charge of the household. You should exhibit the etiquette and respect that your position demands. Aren’t you afraid that your petty tricks and vulgar language will make you a laughingstock? Sophie, since my return to the capital, you’ve repeatedly disappointed me. I truly don’t understand what happened to the sensible woman you once were."It was the first time Lady Croyso had heard such harsh words from the Earl. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I’m scared... afraid that Lady Langley will bully me as she did before, so... so..."Earl Croyso shot her a stern look. "You have Selena, so it’s understandable that you can't care for Miranda as if she were your own daughter. I won't hold that against you for now. But Miranda is still young
Hidden behind the tall counter, the figure emerged, dressed in a green gown embroidered with delicate yellow plum blossoms at the collar—fresh and graceful. Her raven-black hair was adorned with white jade flower-shaped ornaments, and a delicate netted veil partially obscured her face, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. Beneath her finely arched brows, her eyes shimmered like black mercury against a backdrop of white, clear and enchanting, a contrast so striking it was mesmerizing.Even the young gentleman, known for his discerning taste, couldn’t help but gaze at her with admiration, his eyes now filled with curiosity and intrigue.Seeing such a delicate beauty emerge, Quintina’s instincts flared with hostility. “That’s right,” she snapped. “If you dare try to brush me off again with some excuse about not having silver thread, I’ll tear down your shop!”Miranda, however, remained gentle in her tone. “May I ask, my lady, what is it that you intend to embroider with the silve
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