As Miranda and her companions approached the door to the northern room, they found a shadow guard waiting there. He bowed respectfully and said, "Miss Miranda, the lord is waiting for you on the balcony. Only one may go. The rest, please wait here.""Thank you for letting me know." Miranda smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.After reaching the balcony, the guard opened the door for her to enter and then closed it behind her.Knowing she would once again face the unpredictable Duke Reginald alone, Miranda couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. She took a deep breath and stepped forward.Reginald sat casually on the balcony railing, his handsome features glowing in the moonlight. "Miranda, you're not here to thank me. Let me guessâBrandon wants you to plead for him and Martha, offering concessions or maybe a threat if I push too hard. Am I right?""âĶ" Before Miranda could speak, he had guessed everything!Momentarily speechless, Miranda didnât know how to respond.Seeing her stunned expr
Noticing that Miranda was still trembling slightly, Reginald felt his heart soften further and said gently, "Alright, itâs my fault. Iâm used to high places. Let me help you down, okay?"So, even this fierce little kitten has her moments of trembling fear.Right now, Miranda looked like a curled-up ball of fluff, adorably soft.Reginald helped her down from the balcony railing, and the two sat on the ground. "There, sitting here, you wonât slip. Donât be afraid, itâs fine, okay?"With her legs still a bit shaky, Miranda finally breathed a small sigh of relief after sitting down.She had a secret no one knewâshe was afraid of heights. Whenever she found herself in high places, she was fine as long as she focused on the surroundings. But the moment she looked down and realized how far from the ground she was, dizziness and vertigo would set in, making her feel like she could fall at any moment.Once she had settled, Miranda became aware of how close she was sitting to Reginald and quick
âLord Reginald, I dare not interfere in the conflict between you and Prince Zachary, but no matter the storm, it should remain a matter between men. Martha, on the other hand, is frail and utterly naive. She has nothing to do with your dispute. Please, Lord Reginald, can you spare her?"Hearing her plea for Martha, Reginald thought he should be angry, but perhaps he was in too good a mood to feel that way. He kept smiling and replied, "If you truly care about Martha, you shouldn't be pleading with me. You should be advising Brandon to find a way to distance himself from Zachary. Zachary's greed knows no bounds, and he wonât be content with just forty percent. Heâll keep pushing until Brandon can't meet his demands, and when that happens, Martha will be in danger all the same. You've seen tonight how ruthless Zachary can be.""Young Master Brandon understands that too. He said he would speak with Prince Zachary, but he hopes you can give him some time to maneuver and refrain from targe
Suddenly, Reginald's gaze sharpened as he stared into the distance, muttering, "Strange... What is she doing here in the middle of the night?""Do you know her?" Miranda cautiously stood up, following his gaze. In the faint moonlight, she could only make out a shadowy figure walking up the mountain path toward the estate. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, yet Reginald seemed to recognize them.Reginald nodded absentmindedly, still focused on the distance. "It seems to be Lady Liudmila's personal maid."Lady Liudmila? Miranda frowned slightly. Shouldn't he be calling her 'Mother'? Her heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely guessed what was going on. However, palace intrigues were dangerousâknowing too much could put her in jeopardy. So, she pretended not to notice anything and said casually, "So, it's Lady Liudmila's maid?"Reginald, unaware of his slip of the tongue, nodded again. "Indeed."As they watched the maid enter the estate and head toward a secluded co
âLord Reginald, are you alright?â Miranda couldnât help but ask.Reginald shook his head, turned toward the side room, then suddenly stopped as if remembering something. He turned back to stare at Miranda, speaking gravely, âWhat we saw tonight, and what you overheard earlierâdonât mention it to anyone. Not a single soul, understand?âMiranda nodded. âI understand.âWhen she returned upstairs, Molly and the others were still waiting for her. Seeing her return safely, looking no different than before, they finally relaxed. As the night deepened, Molly fetched a cloak, draped it over Mirandaâs shoulders, tied the ribbon, and said, âMiss, itâs late. You should retire and rest early.âMiranda nodded.Back in her room, Miranda lay on the bed, replaying the eveningâs events in her mind, her thoughts filled with questions. If Lady Liudmila had come to pray for Reginald, his expression shouldnât have been like that. It seemed likely that there was another person involved. When Reginald spoke
The next day, everyone had returned home. Miranda was in her fatherâs study, helping him organize some papers as usual. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, turned to her father and said, âFather, I need to step out for a moment. I just remembered that Prince Zachary has a message for me to pass on to Selena. Iâll go find her.âThe Earl of Croyso lifted his head from a stack of documents, looking puzzled. âPrince Zachary? What business does he have with Selena?âMiranda chuckled. âOh, itâs nothing much. While we were at the villa, Prince Zachary asked me about a garment Selena was embroidering for him. He seemed curious about how it was coming along.âMiranda knew that, with Selenaâs ambition and her obsession with power, she would likely reignite her dream of marrying Zachary and becoming future queen now that her chances of becoming the kingâs mistress were lost. By bringing this up casually, Miranda hoped her father would step in and quash any illusions Selena might still be
âFoolish!â Earl Croyso erupted in anger when he confirmed that Selena had developed such thoughts. The embroidery was a trivial matter, but now that he had seen Zacharyâs true nature, marrying into the royal family would undoubtedly bring unseen dangers. Moreover, the path to the throne is often fraught with uncertainty. If his daughter married Prince Zachary, the whole family would be forced to take sides. He had never wanted to get involved in the cutthroat politics of the royal heirs, preferring to remain neutral. But if Selena had truly entertained such ideas and caused any kind of scandal with Zachary, for the sake of her reputation, he would have no choice but to marry her off to him. With such an alliance, even if he stayed neutral, others would still see him as part of Zacharyâs faction.Besides, even if Zachary managed to ascend to the throne, his hypocritical and arrogant nature made him wholly unfit for his daughter!How could Selena be so bewitched?âSelena, youâre still u
âI would love to, but itâs impossible to find anyone as beautiful, gentle, understanding, and tolerant as you, Mother. No one else catches my eye. So, Iâll just have to keep looking,â Reginald said, his tone playful. Yet, as soon as the thought of marriage came up, a fleeting image of Mirandaâs charming and ever-changing expressions flashed through his mind.âYou! All the children your age have already married. Even Zachary, whoâs always been at odds with you, I hear heâs recently taken a liking to a young lady and is planning to propose to the Queen. What about you? When will you let me hold my grandchild?â Lady Liudmila cast him a reproachful glance.âZachary is getting engaged?â Reginald was momentarily surprised, then chuckled. âThat fellow fancies himself the future king, always so high and mighty. I wonder which familyâs daughter heâs set his sights on?â Suddenly, a memory of that assassination attempt surfacedâZachary badmouthing him to Miranda. Reginaldâs heart tightened abrup
Hearing Fultonâs flustered words and watching his unsteady figure stumble away, Earl Croyso let out a barely perceptible sigh. From how the boy first arrived, Fulton had seemed like a good childâsoft-spoken, perhaps a bit timid, but upright in character.What a pity...Fultonâs presence had clearly stirred up the lingering shadows of the broken engagement. Earl Croyso had originally intended to comfort Miranda, but somehow, as the conversation went on, it ended with Miranda comforting him insteadâleaving him amused.By the time Miranda returned to her chambers, night had fully fallen.She had assumed Reginald would have left long ago. So when she stepped into her inner room and saw that dark red figure bouncing around inside, she was startled and blurted out, âYou're still here?âReginald had hung his coat on the nearby rack and was now playing with one of Mirandaâs embroidery needles. He had threaded it with string and was using it like a throwing dart, aiming it with precision at a
Miranda entered the drawing room and, as expected, saw Fultonâs figure. Beside him sat the Earl of Croyso.It had only been a few days, but the once gentle and refined Fulton looked like a different personâthinner, with a haggard expression. The moment he saw Miranda walk in, his eyes lit up, and he rushed toward her. Yet, as if suddenly remembering something, the light in his face gradually faded, and his eyes dimmed.âMirandaâââYou should call me Miss Miranda, Mr. Fulton,â Miranda said quietly, her head slightly bowed, her voice calm.Fulton had a thousand things he wanted to say, but they were all shattered by those formal words: âMr. Fultonâ and âMiss Miranda.âIt hadnât always been this way. Before, she would call him âFultonâ in that soft, sweet voice. Every time he saw her petite figure, he would feel an urge to protect her. When he learned that his father intended for him to be engaged to Miranda, and that she would become his wife, he had truly been overjoyed. For someone of
Miranda, for her part, felt quite confident about this.Seeing the assurance on her face, Reginald nodded and said with a smile, âAlright then, letâs do it this way. Iâll go talk to Brandon about it.â Then, propping his head on one hand, he gave Miranda a strange look and added, âYou know, Miranda, Iâm starting to think youâre even more ruthless than I am. I only wanted to take down Broad Loft, but youâyouâre going for something much bigger. You want to rope Brandon in too and make sure Zachary falls flat on his face.ââWell, this plan only benefits you, doesnât it, Lord Reginald?â Miranda replied calmly.These past few days, the Blackwell family had turned her life upside down. But because of Croyso, she couldnât confront them head-on. Now that she had a chance to deal a serious blow to Prince Zachary and the Blackwells without dragging Croyso into it, she wasnât going to hold back.Just then, Mollyâs voice called out, âMy lady, Young Master Fulton has come to see you. Lord Croyso wa
âA partner?â Reginald caught the implication in Mirandaâs words, thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, âCircle Trading?ââYou know about that?â Miranda was taken aback.Reginald let out a cold snort. âThe young master of Circle Trading fell in love with Jovannaâs miss at first sight and has been showering her with favors. Not only did he admit to the counterfeit goods incident, but he even offered to supply her inventory at cost from now onâdidnât even want to charge for shipping. With a relationship like that, itâd be a shame not to make good use of it.âMiranda instantly looked a bit uneasy.She had only come up with that idea on the spur of the moment to confuse the mole inside Jovannaâs shop, which was why she had asked Brandon to play along. But the whole situation was still rather awkward, so sheâd kept the matter confined to just those within Circle Trading and Jovannaâs team. How on earth had Reginald heard about it? Miranda brooded in silence.âCircle Trading may be a kn
âGood idea!â Miranda beamed with delight and began calculating. âThis way, Jovanna will no longer have any connection to the Croyso family, and youâve never gotten along with Prince Zachary to begin withâthis is the perfect opportunity to strike him. Even if you do nothing else but stubbornly hold on to Jovannaâs shop and continue selling silk threads and ready-to-wear garments, itâll be enough to disgust Prince Zachary and the Blackwell family! But if we simply take down Broad Loft this easily, it feels like letting them off too lightly. Why not take our time and make them suffer a huge silent loss?âReginald was stunned. His eyes fixed on Miranda, burning with curiosity. âWhat do you mean?ââLord Reginald, you may not know this, but Prince Zachary didnât open Broad Loft just to run a profitable little shop,â Miranda explained, outlining Zacharyâs plan to monopolize the silk and clothes trade. âSo as long as you buy out Jovannaâs shop, youâre guaranteed to profit!âReginald had only
The people who had been caught swapping in fake goods were still being held at the Croyso estate. Miranda did want to teach Broad Loft a harsh lessonâideally, to bring them down completely. However, her father had already smashed up the estatefront of the William family and they argued in front of the king, who had then come down hard on William. In such a sensitive moment, it was not wise to make any further rash moves.Especially considering that Broad Loft was backed by the Blackwell family. Prince Zachary had grand ambitionsâhe wanted to monopolize the entire silk and garment trade in the capital. Jovanna was already a thorn in his side. If they forced Broad Loft to collapse entirely, it would surely enrage Prince Zachary beyond measure.And frankly, angering Zachary over a single shop just wasnât worth it.So once the full situation came to light, both her father and aunt agreedâthere was no point in provoking Zachary further. Better to tolerate it if possible. Besides, her auntâ
âSo what?â Miranda asked, then suddenly realized something. Her eyes widened in disbelief. âDonât tell meâthose two times, you were trying to steal my seven-colored glass bead?â Her expression was a mix of shock, anger, and amusementâunsure whether to be furious or laugh.âSteal? What do you mean, steal? That bead shouldâve been mine to begin with!â Reginald said indignantly. âI later asked around and heard you barely know anything about chess! I just donât get itâhow did you beat Brandon?âThat question had bothered him for a long time.When he first heard the news, heâd nearly died of frustration.Heâd been searching for the seven-colored glass bead for ages. Finally, heâd caught wind that the chess club was using one as a prize. So he disguised himself and entered the tournament. Heâd already won three matches in a row and was about to get itâĶ but out of nowhere, Miranda had swooped in and won it first.What stung the most was learning that this person whoâd won the prize supposedl
Reginald didnât suspect himself at all. He thought it had something to do with the Sheffield estate or William, and his expression changed instantly, becoming cold as ice. âSomething like that happened? Someone actually dared to kidnap you and nearly ruined your reputation? That kind of scum must not be sparedâa thousand deaths wouldnât be enough to atone! Who is it?âSomeone dared treat his little kitten that way? They must have a death wish!âLord Reginald, itâs not convenient for me to tell my father about this. I wonder if you could help me teach that scum a lesson?â Miranda smiled sweetly, her beauty blooming like a flowerâbut when she mentioned that âscum,â she couldnât help grinding her teeth.Reginald responded without hesitation. âOf courseâIâll kill him for you!ââHow noble of you, Lord Reginald.â Miranda offered a flattering smileâthen her expression suddenly turned cold, her face icy and emotionless. âIn that case, Reginald, you scum, go ahead and kill yourself to pay for
Here's the English translation with nuanced expression, keeping character dynamics and subtle emotional shifts intact:Reginald had conflicting feelings about the Empress Dowagerâs words. He despised how she treated Miranda like a pawn, trying to drag her into palace intrigue. And yet, part of him couldnât help but feel a twisted sort of pleasureâonce caught in the storm of court politics, it would be hard for Miranda to get out. That gave him a perfectly reasonable excuse to take her awayâĶThis contradictory and subtle mindset left him especially awkward when facing Miranda.Just like now. This was clearly a great chance to win her favor, but somehow he made it sound like a cold transaction instead. Reginald wished he could stuff every word heâd just said right back into his mouth, and punch himself twice for good measure.Seeing the frustration on his face after speaking, Miranda couldnât help but laugh.Sheâd seen Reginald in many formsâarrogant and willful, unfathomably distant li