"I understands that Father has my best interests at heart. If the Marquis family breaks the engagement because they are dissatisfied with me, then even if I were to marry into their family, they would not treat me kindly. If it is due to some misunderstanding, then such a family, which cannot discern right from wrong, is not worth relying on," Miranda explained calmly and logically, her words perfectly hitting the mark in Count Croyso's heart.
She then added sorrowfully, "I'm merely saddened to have brought shame upon Father!"
Looking at his innocent daughter, Count Croyso's heart was filled with affection.
He gently said, "It is not your fault, my dear. It is the Marquis family that has gone too far! Humph, that heir Andrew is not a good match either—arrogant and narrow-minded due to being spoiled. He does not deserve my daughter! Rest assured, I will find you a better match in the future!"
Even if the Marquis family has now connected with the Empress Dowager, he will still seek justice for his daughter!
The Countess raised her eyebrows slightly: Humph, an unattractive, talentless girl who has been jilted—what good match could she hope for in the future? She will be at my mercy from now on!
Miranda shook his arm, pouting, "I do not want to marry. I want to stay with Father forever, unless Father grows tired of me and abandons me!"
She then laboriously bowed to Selena, saying, "We are all daughters of the Earl's house; we share in its honor and disgrace. The Marquis family's withdrawal from the engagement might also affect the reputation of my sisters. No wonder Selena is angry. I apologizes to you here."
Being the youngest and the one jilted, Miranda still showed such thoughtfulness, apologizing to Selena for the sake of her reputation.
In contrast, Selena, instead of comforting her sister, had just mentioned the broken engagement with barbs, appearing narrow-minded and unsisterly.
Selena, who had always been the one to plot against Miranda, was caught off guard by Miranda's proactive attack and was momentarily stunned.
Seeing Selena speechless, the Countess grew anxious and quickly smiled, "Miranda, what are you saying? You and Selena are sisters; how could she be angry over this? Even if she is angry, it is at the Marquis family for bullying you, standing up for you!"
As she spoke, she seemed to inadvertently touch her left arm, letting out a soft cry of pain, attracting everyone's attention to her left arm.
Noticing the slight inconvenience in her left arm, Count Croyso's heart surged with tenderness. Looking at Selena, his previous displeasure vanished, and he gently said, "Your left arm is injured; be careful and sit down!"
"Madam's left arm is injured? What happened?" Knowing full well that the Countess was acting, Miranda still asked in surprise. If she didn't let the Countess play her part, how could she ruin the show later?
The Countess's face turned pale, yet she still smiled lovingly, "It's nothing serious, Miranda, don't worry."
Count Croyso sighed, "Miranda, you don't know. When you were ill and unconscious, your stepmother was extremely worried, consulting numerous doctors. One traveling doctor said that to cure you, human flesh was needed as a lead. Your stepmother immediately cut a piece of flesh from her arm to use as medicine for you. Miraculously, you recovered after taking it. she has been so kind and sincere, yet she didn't even mention this significant deed to you." He praised, "Sophie, entrusting the Earl's house to you was indeed the right choice!"
The Countess shyly lowered her head, her demeanor charming, "My lord, please don't say that."
Selena took the opportunity to act spoiled, "Mother, you treat my sister better than me; you only care for her and not for me. I won't stand for it!"
"Miss Selena, don't say that. Madam's great kindness is a blessing for our Earl's house!" Lady Wilson, wiping her moist eyes, said, "I never thought the Countess, so delicate, could endure the pain of cutting flesh from her own arm for Miss Miranda's treatment. Her kindness moved heaven and earth, curing Miss Miranda's illness."
"Cutting flesh to heal—such kindness is comparable to that of a birth mother!"
"Indeed, Miss Miranda is fortunate to have such a loving stepmother who saved her from the brink of death. Otherwise, she might have..." The maids in the room chimed in, praising the Countess's actions.
Listening to the flattery around her, Miranda appeared deeply moved, her eyes misting with tears. She choked up, "Madam, I... never thought you treated me so well... I..." Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, "I was ignorant before, not understanding your kindness. From now on, I will... listen to everything you say!"
These were her exact words in her previous life. Saying them now, they naturally sounded genuine and flawless.
In her last life, her relationship with the Countess was merely ordinary until the Marquis family broke the engagement. Devastated, she fell ill.
At her weakest, she heard that the Countess had cut flesh from her arm to treat her illness. The shock and gratitude she felt were immense.
From then on, she trusted the Countess completely, obeying her every word and tolerating Selena's arrogance.
How could she have known back then that it was all part of the Countess's plan?
Cutting flesh to heal... a piece of pork that won the hearts of both her and her father. Such a clever "cutting flesh" treatment!
Seeing this scene of motherly love and filial piety, Count Croyso was deeply relieved. He had worried that the Countess might mistreat Miranda.
Learning about the flesh-cutting incident, he was completely reassured. Such a great act of kindness showed that the Countess truly cared for Miranda like her own daughter!
The Countess, skilled at manipulating hearts and understanding the nature of Count Croyso and Miranda, felt smug seeing how easily she had won them over.
She smiled, "Good child, don't cry, lest it harms your health. Forget the past; from now on, we will live well together as mother and daughter." Noticing the prepared medicine bowl, she quickly added, "We came at a bad time, interrupting your medicine. This is important. Come, let me feed you!" She picked up the bowl and spooned out some medicine, bringing it to Miranda's lips.
Seeing her stepmother's kind and caring demeanor, Miranda suppressed her raging anger. Her eyes glanced over the dark medicine, a strange look flashing across them. She then put on a grateful smile and reached for the bowl, "Madam hurt her arm for me; it must be painful. I dare not trouble you further; I will take it myself."
Determined to maintain her image as a "kind mother," the Countess refused to give in.
In their struggle, Miranda "accidentally" knocked over the bowl, spilling the medicine precisely onto the Countess's injured arm.
Miranda exclaimed in shock, "Madam, I didn't mean to! Did it burn you? Does it hurt?" She lifted the Countess's sleeve to check the wound, scolding the maids, "What are you all standing around for? Didn't you see Madam got burned? Go get the burn medicine and call the doctor! If anything happens to Madam, you will all be punished!"
More shocked than Miranda, the Countess hurriedly said, "No need! No need!"
Cutting flesh to heal was just a ploy to please Count Croyso. She wasn't foolish enough to cut her own flesh for Miranda. If Miranda unwrapped the bandage and applied medicine, her ruse would be exposed!
“Your Majesty, why do you not speak?” The queen’s eyes burned; her words were sharp. “To take a pregnant woman’s life openly within the royal palace is a crime so heinous that even the severest penalty would not be excessive. Do you not endorse what His Majesty has said?” As she spoke, she cast a meaningful glance at Miranda.The Queen Dowager’s brows knit still tighter; her mind was not yet settled.The queen’s aggressiveness—did it spring from absolute confidence in her own design, or did it mean this matter was not her doing at all? Thinking this, the Queen Dowager looked thoughtfully at Miranda, then gave the faintest shake of her head. Miranda was steady and keen; she would never do such a thing… Could it be that someone else was meddling behind the scenes, seeking to exploit the queen’s grievance against Miranda to stir up trouble? If so, to dare pit both the queen and Miranda—and by extension the Queen Dowager herself—against one another was intolerable and could not be forgive
With the back of his hand the physician touched the cheek—dry and fever-warm; no sweat beaded on the skin. He brushed a linen swab along the tongue and held it to his nose: a faint orchid perfume, edged with a metallic bitterness. The royal physician said, “Lady Lark died of poisoning. She was very likely slain by the poison-orchid.”Poison-orchid is a toxin refined from the poison-orchid flower. In Drakeland it is not rare, and the wealthy often use it for things best kept out of sight.Poisoned? Miranda’s brows knit as her thoughts raced.Just now the queen had said that Lady Lark must have been harmed by someone; and now, after the royal physician’s diagnosis, indeed Lady Lark had died by poison. Such second sight was truly… At the report, more than a few glances—intentional or otherwise—slid toward the queen. Lady Liudmila only smiled faintly.The queen knew perfectly well that her earlier words had aroused suspicion. She was about to explain herself when someone cut in.“I heard
Whitney spoke more delicately, to be sure, but that single mention of “inside knowledge,” coupled with the deliberate misdirection just now, only sent suspicions spiraling.“Miss Whitney has misunderstood me. I was only reasoning from what any of us might think. At the very least, faced with what we see, my first thought is whether Lady Lark is ill, or has fallen unconscious for some other reason. In that case, the urgent task is not to seize a culprit but to summon a physician and see whether Lady Lark can be saved. So, when I came in, I already instructed Molly to go with the maids to fetch a physician. Even if the worst has happened, the cause of death ought first to be determined by a physician—only then can a murderer be traced.” Miranda spoke unhurriedly.Hearing her, those present thought it over and found it reasonable.Indeed, though Lady Lark did not wake, her complexion was rosy; she might merely be unconscious. For the queen to declare at once that Lady Lark had been harme
Whitney’s words sounded ordinary enough, yet they drew everyone's focus to Miranda at once.It was common knowledge that Miranda had only just returned to the palace to attend upon the Queen Dowager and had already received a precious gift from the king—news that, overnight, made her once more the target of every darting eye. And for one long favored by the Queen Dowager to come today to visit the king’s mistress, Lady Lark, was exceedingly strange.Seeing the thoughtful looks that passed from face to face—the very mention of Miranda’s name plainly stirring suspicion—the queen only smiled and held her tongue.Turning then with a pleasant laugh to the maid beside her, the queen said, “No need to mind what was just said. I hear Lady Lark keeps to her chambers all day; let us bring her a little cheer. If her spirits lift, her health may do the same. Go in first and announce us to Lady Lark, lest we take her unawares.”“Yes, Your Majesty!” the maid replied, and hastened toward the inner r
Every afternoon, the king would make use of a lull in state business to come and visit the pregnant Lady Lark, rain or shine. This special favor only further convinced the people of the palace of Lady Lark’s standing in his affections. On this day, as on all others, the king came around the hour of Shen; just as he stepped through the door, he saw a blaze of tropical blossoms—scarlet and purplish red massed like waves—spreading from the entrance of Lady Lark’s palace through the courtyard and into the inner chambers, flaming and fervid in their brilliance.These were Lady Lark’s favorite flowers, for no other reason than their intense color.Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight, in the distance among the cypress vines, of Miranda, seated and speaking with a maid, with Molly and the little Eunuch standing nearby. His gaze dropped slightly. Because Lady Lark favored bold colors, the flowers in the Hall were all blazing reds and purples; just now the cypress vines were at their p
Watching Miranda’s response, a flicker of something unreadable passed through Lady Lark’s eyes before she smiled and personally led Miranda into the kitchen, the air between them light and easy. The two of them chatted and laughed as they prepared the simple ingredients, as though this were a rare moment of privacy shared just between them.Though Miranda was a little clumsy and unpracticed at first, her awkward attempts only made Lady Lark smile with quiet amusement. Actually, the pastries took quite a long time to make, but throughout this process Miranda stood working alongside Lady Lark and, surprisingly, never uttered the slightest complaint of fatigue, which could not help but make Lady Lark cast repeated sidelong glances at her, the doubts in her heart increasing as time went by. Yet Lady Lark was clearly a bit absent-minded, and her hands, because of the thoughts she was harboring, showed an almost imperceptible tremor in their movements.“Vivia, are you tired? Please, go and