“Foolish!” 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 Zachary’s 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 Zachary’s 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?“Selena, you’re still u
“I would love to, but it’s impossible to find anyone as beautiful, gentle, understanding, and tolerant as you, Mother. No one else catches my eye. So, I’ll just have to keep looking,” Reginald said, his tone playful. Yet, as soon as the thought of marriage came up, a fleeting image of Miranda’s charming and ever-changing expressions flashed through his mind.“You! All the children your age have already married. Even Zachary, who’s always been at odds with you, I hear he’s 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?” Lady Liudmila cast him a reproachful glance.“Zachary is getting engaged?” Reginald was momentarily surprised, then chuckled. “That fellow fancies himself the future king, always so high and mighty. I wonder which family’s daughter he’s set his sights on?” Suddenly, a memory of that assassination attempt surfaced—Zachary badmouthing him to Miranda. Reginald’s heart tightened abrup
That day, Lady Langley come to visit Miranda at her home. Just as she arrived, she happened to run into Earl Croyso, who was returning from outside.As a matter of etiquette, Earl Croyso invited Lady Langley to join him in the drawing room. The two sat opposite each other, the room bathed in the soft light of the late afternoon. The air was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tensions from years past. Breaking the silence, Croyso glanced up from his cup, his voice calm but detached. “It seems the Fitzroy family has encountered some difficulties. You’re close with Lady Fitzroy, aren’t you? If you have time, it might be a good idea to take Miranda with you to visit them tomorrow.”Lady Langley, who had been stirring her tea absentmindedly, froze for a second before lifting her head. The news struck her sharply, concern flashing across her face. “What’s happened?” she asked, her voice edged with worry.Croyso leaned back slightly, setting his cup down on the polished mahogany table.
Old Mr. Fitzroy was a very thin and gaunt old man, around fifty years old, with graying hair and beard. He looked somewhat stern and unapproachable. However, he greatly valued Mrs. Fitzroy, his daughter-in-law, and consequently also liked his innocent and sweet granddaughter, Wensley. Hearing that her friend was present, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly asked, "Miranda? Is she the daughter of Lord Croyso?"Upon hearing her father's name, Miranda quickly stood up and said, "Yes, he is my father.""Oh my, so you're his daughter, and you got injured in my residence. This is terrible! You must speak well of me in front of your father when you return. Don’t let that overprotective man chase me around half the capital with his sword." Old Mr. Fitzroy chuckled, as if remembering something amusing. "These old bones of mine can’t withstand his fuss!" This was because Miranda had accidentally twisted her ankle on the way here."Huh?" Miranda was taken aback, not quite underst
Wensley's father, Marcus, was a scholar in charge of compiling books at the royal palace. He often felt frustrated and unappreciated, leading him to seek solace in drinking and revelry. A few days ago, he encountered a middle-aged man who claimed to be the lord of a southern city, named Steven. The two quickly became acquainted over drinks, and before long, they were spending every day carousing together.A few days ago, in a drunken haze, they somehow decided to arrange a marriage between their children, promising Wensley to Steven's son. They even left a written agreement as proof.Yesterday, Steven showed up at their door with the letter, saying he was there to discuss the marriage.Lady Fitzroy was furious upon hearing this. Not only had Marcus arranged their daughter's marriage without consulting her, but Steven himself seemed highly suspicious. He was a complete stranger, with an unclear background. How could a city lord spend his days drinking with Marcus instead of attending to
"Lady Fitzroy, I think Aunt Langley is right—this whole thing seems very suspicious," Miranda pondered aloud. "Even if Mr. Marcus was careless in handling things, that Steven is questionable too. Putting aside whether his identity is real or not, if he truly wanted to curry favor with Lord Fitzroy, a senior scholar in the Privy Council, he should have made a formal proposal. Acting like this won’t win the Fitzroy family over; it’s more likely to offend them. Isn’t this bringing shame to the Fitzroy name rather than trying to build connections?"Lady Fitzroy angrily agreed, "Exactly! Who does business like this? I think he’s nothing but a swindler!"“If he’s a swindler, it’s likely for money. He’d target wealthy families—why risk deceiving a senior member of the Privy Council?” Miranda asked thoughtfully.Hearing this, Lady Fitzroy began to calm down, her dark brows furrowing deeply.She was usually a sharp and decisive person, but this situation involved her own daughter, and her husba
"But can Miranda, at such a young age, really be so perceptive about court affairs? Could it be that she's overthinking things?" Lady Fitzroy hesitated. This matter involved both Marcus’s foolishness and their daughter’s marriage, and she didn’t want to alarm her in-laws, fearing it would worry them. Still, after thinking it through, she realized the truth would come out eventually. Since Miranda was so certain, she decided to trust her.With that, Lady Fitzroy took Lady Langley, Wensley, and Miranda to meet with the elder Lord Fitzroy.Lord Fitzroy was in his study when he heard that these younger people had come to see him again. Surprised, he made his way to the sitting room, where the group had gathered. Noticing the anxious expressions on their faces, he waved for the servants to leave before asking, "What’s going on?"Lady Fitzroy then recounted the entire incident and Miranda’s suspicions.Outside, the scent of damp earth from the recent rain drift
Hearing these words, everyone fell silent. Yes, that person only needed to stir things up for two months. If they could create turmoil in the capital during that time and tarnish old Mr. Fitzroy's reputation, it would put him at a disadvantage in the struggle for the premiership. Their goal would be achieved. Lady Fitzroy felt a sudden pang in her heart. If they wanted to avoid impacting her father-in-law’s reputation and future, then Wensley’s marriage... It was all because of that useless, muddled father of hers, who had caused such confusion and still didn’t realize his mistakes!At this point, the situation was no longer just about Marcus and Lady Fitzroy; it involved the entire Fitzroy family.Consequently, old Mr. Fitzroy summoned his disciples to discuss the matter together.Lady Langley and Miranda, being outsiders, felt it inappropriate to eavesdrop, so they made excuses to take their leave from the Fitzroy residence.As they back to the Croyso estate, Lady Langley contemplat
Hearing Fulton’s 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 child—soft-spoken, perhaps a bit timid, but upright in character.What a pity...Fulton’s 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 instead—leaving 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, “You're still here?”Reginald had hung his coat on the nearby rack and was now playing with one of Miranda’s 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 Fulton’s 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 person—thinner, 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.“Miranda—”“You should call me Miss Miranda, Mr. Fulton,” 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: “Mr. Fulton” and “Miss Miranda.”It hadn’t always been this way. Before, she would call him “Fulton” 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, “Alright then, let’s do it this way. I’ll go talk to Brandon about it.” Then, propping his head on one hand, he gave Miranda a strange look and added, “You know, Miranda, I’m starting to think you’re even more ruthless than I am. I only wanted to take down Broad Loft, but you—you’re going for something much bigger. You want to rope Brandon in too and make sure Zachary falls flat on his face.”“Well, this plan only benefits you, doesn’t it, Lord Reginald?” Miranda replied calmly.These past few days, the Blackwell family had turned her life upside down. But because of Croyso, she couldn’t 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 wasn’t going to hold back.Just then, Molly’s voice called out, “My lady, Young Master Fulton has come to see you. Lord Croyso wa
“A partner?” Reginald caught the implication in Miranda’s words, thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Circle Trading?”“You know about that?” Miranda was taken aback.Reginald let out a cold snort. “The young master of Circle Trading fell in love with Jovanna’s 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 on—didn’t even want to charge for shipping. With a relationship like that, it’d be a shame not to make good use of it.”Miranda instantly looked a bit uneasy.She had only come up with that idea on the spur of the moment to confuse the mole inside Jovanna’s shop, which was why she had asked Brandon to play along. But the whole situation was still rather awkward, so she’d kept the matter confined to just those within Circle Trading and Jovanna’s team. How on earth had Reginald heard about it? Miranda brooded in silence.“Circle Trading may be a kn
“Good idea!” Miranda beamed with delight and began calculating. “This way, Jovanna will no longer have any connection to the Croyso family, and you’ve never gotten along with Prince Zachary to begin with—this is the perfect opportunity to strike him. Even if you do nothing else but stubbornly hold on to Jovanna’s shop and continue selling silk threads and ready-to-wear garments, it’ll 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?”Reginald was stunned. His eyes fixed on Miranda, burning with curiosity. “What do you mean?”“Lord Reginald, you may not know this, but Prince Zachary didn’t open Broad Loft just to run a profitable little shop,” Miranda explained, outlining Zachary’s plan to monopolize the silk and clothes trade. “So as long as you buy out Jovanna’s shop, you’re guaranteed to profit!”Reginald 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 lesson—ideally, 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 ambitions—he 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 wasn’t worth it.So once the full situation came to light, both her father and aunt agreed—there was no point in provoking Zachary further. Better to tolerate it if possible. Besides, her aunt’
“So what?” Miranda asked, then suddenly realized something. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Don’t tell me—those two times, you were trying to steal my seven-colored glass bead?” Her expression was a mix of shock, anger, and amusement—unsure whether to be furious or laugh.“Steal? What do you mean, steal? That bead should’ve been mine to begin with!” Reginald said indignantly. “I later asked around and heard you barely know anything about chess! I just don’t get it—how did you beat Brandon?”That question had bothered him for a long time.When he first heard the news, he’d nearly died of frustration.He’d been searching for the seven-colored glass bead for ages. Finally, he’d caught wind that the chess club was using one as a prize. So he disguised himself and entered the tournament. He’d already won three matches in a row and was about to get it… but out of nowhere, Miranda had swooped in and won it first.What stung the most was learning that this person who’d won the prize supposedl
Reginald didn’t 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. “Something like that happened? Someone actually dared to kidnap you and nearly ruined your reputation? That kind of scum must not be spared—a thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough to atone! Who is it?”Someone dared treat his little kitten that way? They must have a death wish!“Lord Reginald, it’s not convenient for me to tell my father about this. I wonder if you could help me teach that scum a lesson?” Miranda smiled sweetly, her beauty blooming like a flower—but when she mentioned that “scum,” she couldn’t help grinding her teeth.Reginald responded without hesitation. “Of course—I’ll kill him for you!”“How noble of you, Lord Reginald.” Miranda offered a flattering smile—then her expression suddenly turned cold, her face icy and emotionless. “In 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 Dowager’s words. He despised how she treated Miranda like a pawn, trying to drag her into palace intrigue. And yet, part of him couldn’t help but feel a twisted sort of pleasure—once 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 away…This 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 he’d just said right back into his mouth, and punch himself twice for good measure.Seeing the frustration on his face after speaking, Miranda couldn’t help but laugh.She’d seen Reginald in many forms—arrogant and willful, unfathomably distant li