On the day of the flower-viewing banquet, Earl Croyso left early to attend to his official duties. With him away, the Countess gladly used her illness as an excuse to avoid sending Miranda off.Selena, disdaining the idea of being seen with Miranda, made an excuse to leave early with another young lady.Thus, in the end, Miranda was left to attend the banquet alone in her carriage.This was just to Miranda's liking, sparing her from any potential trouble Selena might cause on the way.Upon arriving at the palace gates and stepping out of her carriage, Miranda walked directly into Lady Liudmila's back garden where the banquet was being held.After inquiring about Selena’s whereabouts from a maid, Miranda walked towards the wisteria trellis nearby.Before she even got close, she heard Selena’s voice from a distance, “You haven’t seen my sister Miranda, have you? She’s always hiding her face behind long bangs because she’s too ashamed to show herself. She’s like a ghost, never to be seen,
Knowing that the entire courtyard was watching her, Miranda still smiled, neither humble nor arrogant. She had achieved the shocking effect she wanted. Now, she didn’t need to do anything but continue to display her elegance and composure, which was already a heavy slap in the face to Selena and Andrew. With graceful steps, she approached Selena and said sweetly.“Sister, won’t you introduce me?”Selena was so furious that she could barely maintain her smile. Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, was already twisting a handkerchief beyond recognition.At this moment, a woman in a brocade floral dress brushed past Miranda, stepping hard on her foot and twisting it.Then, in an exaggerated manner, she feigned shock and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Miranda, I didn’t mean to step on you. It was an accident! You won’t blame me, will you?”Her raised eyebrows and eyes were openly provocative, waiting for Miranda to react.Everyone was already paying attention to this side, especially since the woman
At this moment, Miranda suddenly cried out in panic, "Oh no, I'm doomed now!""Now you realize it? Too late!" June sneered."Miss June’s reminder suddenly jogged my memory. Yesterday, the maids in my courtyard were arguing, and I scolded them. I thought it was no big deal at the time, but now I realize it's a great disrespect!" Miranda counted on her fingers, looking distressed. "My courtyard is in the Earl's mansion, which belongs to my father. I should have reported this to my father for him to handle. The mansion is in the capital, which belongs to the kingdom, and the king is our ruler. So my father should report this to the king, who would make the final decision. But I handled it privately... I never intended to overstep my father, let alone disrespect the king... What should I do?"Her eyes filled with tears, she glanced around in panic, looking pitiful and heart-wrenching.Idiot! June scoffed, "Two maids arguing in your courtyard is a trivial matter. You don't need to escalate
In the silence, Miranda felt everyone's gaze on her. One particular stare from the front felt indifferent yet sharp, like a blade.The most important thing now was to resolve the predicament. Biting her lip, Miranda focused on the paper. Writing more was impossible, and arguing with Selena would only make her a joke. Should she write another poem?Miranda shook her head.The first line already had several characters. Creating a new poem about the borderlands on the spot would be too difficult. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she decided to finish the poem.The courtyard was filled with whispers, and Andrew sneered. "Selena wrote the poem, yet Miranda dares to copy it. Isn't that shameless? Her calmness is truly impressive!""Lord Andrew, aren't you jumping to conclusions? I'm sure my poem and Selena's are different." Miranda's clear voice resonated."Beyond the red river’s flow, where silent clouds do drift, A lone fortress stands among the peaks, so stern and stiff. The flute’s mo
Earlier, Miranda publicly, in an instant, endowed the poem with deeper meaning, showcasing her exceptional talent. Everyone was already puzzled as to why Miranda, with such talent, would need to steal Selena's poem.Now, hearing the Duke of Veylar's words, they suddenly realized: this poem was likely originally written by Miranda, but had been claimed by Selena, who then falsely accused Miranda of plagiarism. Such despicable character!The yellow-clad attendant nearby sneered, "Daring to deceive everyone in public! Does she think everyone here is blind? "Miranda suddenly stepped forward, respectfully bowing to Reginald, and gently said, "Please, my lord, forgive her. My sister did not mean to offend. This is merely a word game we often play at home, where we take each other's poems and slightly alter them to create new ones. I suppose my third sister, seeing the pleasant atmosphere today, got carried away."This was clearly an excuse to exonerate Selena.Selena's false accusation had
Amid the lush greenery by an emerald lake, a delicate figure in green stood opposite a man in dark red attire with gold embroidery. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he taunted her, “Miss Quintina, you’re not as beautiful as my maid or as graceful as my butler. How do you expect me to tolerate such torture to my eyes?” His cruel words made her cry, but he remained indifferent, smiling all the while.Angered to tears by his words, the lady in green cried, but the man remained unmoved, watching her with a smile.“Reginald, I’m crying, and you can’t even comfort me?” she complained, stomping her foot. Suddenly, she feigned dizziness, clutching her forehead as she fell toward the man’s arms. Her plan was simple: once in his embrace, she’d cry loudly, attracting attention and creating a scene that would force Reginald to marry her.The man smiled and sidestepped smoothly, giving her a gentle push on the back.With a splash, the woman in green fell into the lake, her scream echoing through
Entering the room, Selena curtsied and said, "Father."Count Croyso was about to speak when he looked up and saw Miranda. Her delicate, refined appearance, reminiscent of Anna, startled him into standing up. "Anna!" he exclaimed, then quickly corrected himself, "Miranda! You… how could you—" He was so shocked he could barely speak."My previous appearance was styled by Mrs. Wilson, but Molly did my makeup and attire for this occasion," Miranda said softly, noting the impact on the Count. Sensing an advantage, she added, "Father, do I look good like this?""You look wonderful, wonderful!" Count Croyso nodded repeatedly, his eyes glistening with tears.The Countess was speechless. She had never imagined Miranda could look so elegantly refined, outshining even Selena and the social darlings. The familiar features rekindled her resentment toward Anna, twisting her expression with hatred.As everyone stared at Miranda in amazement, ignoring her, Selena burst into tears, crying out loudly.T
Count Croyso looked at his wife’s ashamed demeanor and sighed. He said gently, “I know your nature well. This matter doesn’t concern you.” He continued, irritated, “Selena used to be so sweet and lovable. How has she become so insufferable now that I’m back? To the extent of using such despicable means against Miranda?”Miranda interjected softly, “Perhaps someone around her incited this behavior.”Did she aim to remove Selena’s trusted aides? The Countess’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly responded, “What would those servants know? It’s the tutors in the estate who dare to bully even Miss Miranda and Selena. Who knows what example they’ve set? I failed in hiring proper teachers.”Count Croyso's anger flared, “Even I was deceived, let alone you. These despicable individuals have corrupted my daughter. They must not be spared. Have each of them receive twenty lashes and be expelled from the estate. As for the maids in Selena’s quarters, they must also be dealt with harshly!” He
At that moment, faint but thunderous cheers and the pounding of drums echoed from below—it seemed the first horse race had begun. As time passed, the drumbeats and cheers grew louder and closer, heading swiftly toward the finish line. The riverbanks were packed with onlookers, a sea of people cheering wildly for the horses they had bet on. The deafening noise was so intense it seemed to shake the very ground.The lively atmosphere below appeared to affect even the dignitaries and nobles in the high pavilions. They, too, began shouting enthusiastically, casting aside their usual decorum.Even though Miranda wasn’t particularly interested in the outcome of the race, she couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement. Clutching the window frame tightly, she peered downriver. On the wide track below, a group of horses gradually came into view, racing toward the finish line at breakneck speed. The competition was fierce, each horse vying for the lead.
Miranda vaguely sensed that, at the very moment she approached the window, Reginald had glanced at her briefly. However, that fleeting gaze was filled with unmistakable displeasure and irritation, and his eyes quickly dropped again, as though he couldn't bear to look at her any longer.It was clear that someone had managed to anger this guy yet again.Miranda couldn’t help but feel sympathy for whoever had incurred his wrath. This Lord Reginald was petty, vengeful, and notoriously temperamental. Whenever he was in a foul mood, everyone around him had to suffer the consequences. She wondered who the unlucky fool was this time. Whoever had crossed him to the extent that his anger lingered even now was surely doomed.“Marjorie, look across the way. The young lady in the blue dress by the window—that’s Miranda.”In the private room to the left, Zachary addressed the elderly, kind-looking woman standing behind him. “Marjorie, you’ve long served in the palace and have a sharp eye for people
As the new owner in this area, it was evident that such matters were well within their grasp. However, with the new owner’s background still unclear and the court's political situation remaining murky, Earl Croyso had no intention of taking sides. Thus, choosing to support either Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald would not be appropriate. The Blackwell and Linton families clearly held the same stance, while the Montforts, having been in decline for some time, were uninvolved with either faction. Being a military man who admired Lord Montfort, it was perfectly natural for Earl Croyso to bet on his success.For someone as young as Fulton to understand these intricacies was already quite remarkable.What was even more commendable was that, despite his youthful impetuosity, he had no intention of aligning himself with Prince Zachary or Lord Reginald in pursuit of personal gain. Such composure was rare among young men, and this thought made Lady Langley all the more satisfied. She had never e
At that moment, the sound of a servant catering to the nobility could be heard from outside the door. After a polite knock, the servant entered, carrying an oversized tray. On the tray lay nine gilded red sticks, each marked with a number and labeled with either a name or an estate. The servant explained with a smile, “This is a tradition for the Easter horse race. Before the race begins, we place bets on which horse might win. It’s just a bit of fun for the ladies. Would you like to try your luck?”“This sounds quite entertaining,” Lady Langley said with a smile. “Bring it over; let me have a look.”The nine gilded sticks were inscribed with the surnames of the corresponding families. Lady Langley recognized only about half of them, as some estates were unfamiliar to her. However, two stood out—one marked "His Highness Zachary" and another "Lord Reginald." Horses representing these two names, alongside those of such prominent families, clearly indicated that all participants hailed fr
Lady Fitzroy's eyes held a peculiar glint as she looked at Miranda with a meaningful smile and said, "Perhaps it’s the Croyso family’s good fortune, or maybe it’s just the luck of you sisters."Hearing her strange words, Miranda cast a questioning glance toward Lady Langley and Earl Croyso.They both seemed equally puzzled. Lady Langley replied, "I’m not entirely sure myself. When we reached our original seats, there was a commotion. Just as we were about to leave, the steward came over and mentioned that there was still a room available here at The Heavenly Lodge. Oddly enough, the guests who originally reserved this place sent word at the last minute that they couldn’t come, leaving it open for us to take."Miranda’s fine brows knit together. Such a coincidence?She always approached overly convenient situations with a degree of caution."How could it be such a coincidence?" Selena chimed in, curious yet delighted."Indeed, it’s rather strange," Lady Fitzroy laughed. "I was seated i
During the Easter celebrations, the lakeside chapel was bustling with crowds, and carriages could barely pass through. Eventually, the city's magistrate had to request a squad of royal guards to maintain order, finally clearing a path. However, when Miranda and Selena arrived at the chapel’s Pavilion, they were told by the manager and servants that their parents and sisters were not there."What did you say? Croyso family are not at the Pavilion beside chapel?" Selena asked softly, though there was a hint of anxiety in her tone. This was a prime opportunity, as high-ranking officials, nobles, and even royal family members would be attending the Easter festivities. Missing any chance to make a good impression was out of the question.The manager puzzled, "And you are?""We are the young ladies of the Croyso family. We were delayed by some matters but had planned to meet our parents here at the chapel’s Pavilion," Selena explained politely. "If you know where they have gone, we would be
The Easter celebration was being held at the lakeside plaza, drawing a vast, bustling crowd."Young Master, please slow down! Wait for me!" A servant in a simple blue tunic and cap was panting heavily, pushing his way through the throng to catch up with his young master. "Please, take it easy. The chapel isn’t going anywhere; it won’t grow legs and run off! Are you afraid it might vanish? There’s still some time before the Easter Mass begins; it won’t delay your business!""Stop dawdling and hurry up! It’s disrespectful to keep the elders waiting, don’t you think?" Fulton, dressed in a fine blue robe, looked visibly anxious, his usually calm and gentle face filled with concern. "This is all your fault—taking your time and not waking me earlier! Now I’m late, and if I leave a bad impression on the Croyso elders and Lady Langley, I’ll have your hide when we return!"The servant chuckled, completely unafraid, and replied cheekily, "Oh, Young Master, don’t blame me! You’re the one who cha
In the elegantly comfortable carriage, Miranda and Selena removed their veils and locked eyes, sparks nearly flying between them. After a long silence, Miranda arched an eyebrow, a cold glint flashing in her eyes as she sneered, "So this is it. You, suddenly so kind, only wanted to lure me out so those despicable people could ruin me. Selena, your schemes are truly impressive!""If you'd just gone along with me, none of this would have happened. You brought this on yourself," Selena replied coldly, without pretense."Selena, how bold of you. Have you even considered that if anything happened to me today, you were with me the whole time? Do you think you could distance yourself from it? You know how much Father dotes on me. All it would take is a shred of suspicion, and your little act as Miss Selena would be over! I thought you at least had some sense, but it turns out you’re as foolish as can be." Miranda feigned ignorance of Selena's schemes, pretending she thought Selena only aimed
After reflecting on everything, a calm smile returned to Hans’ face, warm and serene like polished jade. But he refrained from mentioning anything further about his act of heroism. Matters like these are ultimately judged by others, and if he were to defend himself, it would only make him appear defensive. Letting the brute carry on with his slander could even plant seeds of doubt in Miss Miranda’s mind. The best move now was to win again with ease and make another striking impression before her."Alright then, let me teach you a lesson, you sly little charmer!"The brute bellowed, raising his massive fist and swinging it straight at Hans.The moment their fists met, Hans sensed that something was off. Although this man looked like a common thug, his movements showed a surprising skill, effectively cutting off Hans’ escape routes and forcing him to block each punch head-on. The brute’s force was overpowering, and after just a few blows, Hans found himself forced backward under the bru