"Look at this face, my lord," Sophie declared passionately. "The Miranda we once knew, the Miranda everyone in this estate has seen, never looked like this. A plain, unremarkable girl suddenly transforming into a beauty of such grace and elegance—this alone should raise suspicion. They dared to deceive us all, to switch one person for another, solely because this girl shares the same face as Lady Anna!"
Her voice quivered with righteous indignation before softening into sorrow. "My lord, they are exploiting your deepest feelings! Using your love to achieve their hidden, sinister goals!"
Sophie knew Croyso too well. She was certain that invoking Anna would unsettle him deeply.
With every piece of evidence laid out, each accusation seemed increasingly plausible. It was enough to make anyone doubt whether the young woman before them was truly Miranda. All eyes turned to Miranda, their gazes sharp and probing.
Miranda drew in a deep breath, maintaining her co
"Enough! Sophie, this charade must end here and now! Never mind how absurd your claims are; the fact remains that Miranda is my daughter by blood, and as her stepmother, you should never treat her with such disrespect. I always thought you were a woman of propriety and sound judgment. But now, it seems that ten years of being a Countess has made you arrogant. Sophie, you have deeply disappointed me!" Earl Croyso could no longer tolerate the situation. He slammed his hand on the table, rising with a voice full of fury. "Miranda is my flesh and blood; I would never mistake my own daughter! From now on, the management of this estate will be entrusted to Miranda! You need to cool down and reflect on who you used to be, and who you've become!""My lord!" The Countess could hardly believe her ears.Could it be that Earl Croyso hadn’t noticed the fear in Miranda's eyes when she had questioned her earlier? Had he not seen the panic in Miranda's gaze when she mentioned the examination? She had
If she truly is Miranda, then all of this—every bit of it—was deliberately orchestrated by that wretched girl. She set the trap with care, intentionally provoking her, purposefully choosing those dishes, and ensuring that she would see her back, carefully concealing the mark... And it wasn’t enough. Just now, she even feigned fear, pretended to be terrified of being exposed, making her believe she held all the cards, goading her into losing all sense of reason.Otherwise, with her usual cunning, if she had been calm, as soon as she noticed something off about that girl’s expression, she would have stopped. She wouldn’t have allowed things to spiral into such utter chaos!But now? Now... Is it all over?“Have you not done enough? To push her this far, to humiliate her to this extent—has it still not satisfied you? What more do you want? Do you wish for her to die here?” Earl Croyso roared in fury.Miranda sai
Since the Countess had been stripped of her managerial duties within the estate, life had to go on as usual. Selena, having learned from her failed attempts to intercede, had wisely chosen to remain silent about her mother recently—likely with some prompting from the Countess herself.One day, Selena brought some pastries to her father's study."Miranda, you are truly a thoughtful daughter, cheering me up with your presence! Well, enough of pleasantries. I have official matters to attend to, so come and help me!"Seeing the harmony between father and daughter before her, Selena felt a pang of discomfort. Especially since Miranda was allowed to stay in the study to assist her father with his work, while she herself was not afforded such privilege.Placing the pastries on the desk, she approached and said, "Father, are there troubles weighing on your mind? Even if I cannot relieve your burdens, perhaps talking about them might ease your mind!"The Earl sighed again, his expression troubl
Seeing that her father also agreed with Miranda, Selena had no choice but to cease her objections. Yet, she wanted to pose a challenge to Miranda: “Miranda makes a valid point. However, even if it’s certain that Ivan should be saved, how exactly should we go about it? He is undeniably guilty of accepting bribes, with irrefutable evidence. This cannot be disputed. If Father were to rashly declare him innocent, it would be difficult to justify.”The mention of this was like a bucket of cold water poured over Earl Croyso.Indeed, Ivan needed saving, but how could it be done? The bribery was a deadlock, and although Miranda’s earlier arguments were sound, such discussions could only serve to persuade in private. In the court, such arguments could not justify leniency or release for Ivan. What was needed now was a legitimate reason, a reason that would justly allow his release.Selena mean to set her up with a dilemma.Miranda pondered and then a
The incense burner emitted wisps of delicate smoke, drifting and diffusing, filling the air with a fragrance that was both calming and contemplative."Father." Miranda suddenly looked up, leaning close to his ear to whisper a few questions.Earl Croyso nodded, his gaze at his young daughter growing more surprised."Is this alright, Father? Look, does this work?" Miranda continued to whisper, chattering rapidly.Selena strained to hear, trying to discern what idea Miranda had come up with so she could find something to criticize. However, Miranda spoke so softly that only her faint laughter could be heard. Just as Selena was about to despair, she heard Earl Croyso let out a chuckle and, with a hearty laugh, tap her forehead, exclaiming, "You mischievous little sprite!"...That night, a fire broke out in The Court of Justice’s document storage room, destroying numerous official documents.As for Ivan's case involving the delay of military supplies, with both testimony and evidence at h
"Your Majesty, this is precisely what I need to report," Earl Croyso, uncertain of the Emperor’s mood, felt a pang of anxiety. He gathered his composure and spoke as calmly as possible, "The day after receiving the decree, there was a fire in the document storage room of The Court of Justice. Despite our desperate efforts to salvage the documents, some were destroyed. Among them were the relevant documents and evidence for Ivan’s case. I ordered the officials to reconstruct the damaged documents, but I only saw the decree specifying the delay of military supplies. I did not realize there were additional charges of bribery and corruption until now. So—""Nonsense!" Declan shouted furiously, "How could such a coincidence occur? Clearly, you deliberately set the fire to destroy the evidence and protect Ivan!""Declan, be silent! Yes, as The Lord High Chancellor, you have oversight authority, but that does not give you the right to make baseless accusations!" Earl Croyso,
In the midst of deliberations, such disputes and blame-shifting occurred daily. The discussions grew increasingly off-topic until they finally veered into this year's appointments of officials. At last, the King spoke. He cleared his throat, and the room fell silent as he began, slowly and deliberately, "I am well aware that you all serve the kingdom faithfully. The fire that broke out in the manor storing the documents was an unfortunate accident, and there is no need to continue arguing. Charles, allocate funds to repair the manor and ensure that all necessary precautions are taken. If funds are insufficient, draw from my personal treasury."Earl Croyso’s thoughts flashed momentarily—could that means Miranda have correctly guessed the King's intentions?"Sire, while the ledger has been destroyed, it is a fact that there was one that proved Ivan's bribery. Several officials have witnessed it. Therefore, I believe he must be dealt with according to the law, and leniency must not be all
Upon leaving the royal palace, Earl Croyso first visited the prison, ordering Ivan's immediate release. Afterward, he requested leave to return home. Unable to contain his joy, he practically flew through the garden, where he found Miranda nestled against Lady Langley, playfully seeking her affection. Without a second thought, he rushed over and, disregarding the fact that Miranda was already thirteen, lifted her by the waist and spun her around. Miranda let out a startled scream, causing him to finally stop. He laughed heartily and exclaimed, "It worked! It worked!"Instinctively shielding her head, Miranda shouted, "No messing with my hair! And don’t tap my forehead!""Little Miranda, your idea worked! You’ve done your father a great favor this time!" Earl Croyso could barely contain his delight, his face alight with joy. With Ivan’s talents and character, he was sure to become a pillar of the kingdom. Miranda had ensured the retention of a valuable asset for the nation! "Tell me, h
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