"Let him go!" Reginald waved his hand. The spectacle before him was far more exciting than he had anticipated. He watched the blue-clad woman slipping away through the crowd, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Harland, take him somewhere safe. He might be useful later. I’ve got some business to attend to, so I’ll be heading off first." With that, he turned and headed downstairs.The green-clad woman supported the old maid as they left the Fitzroy estate. Glancing around carefully, they slipped unnoticed into an inn.Upstairs in a private room, Molly, who had been waiting, rushed over to assist the blue-clad woman with a beaming smile. "Miss, I was watching from the side. You were amazing! You had them all speechless! I was laughing so hard, my stomach hurt!"The green-clad woman was none other than Miranda in disguise.Choosing the right person to play the blue-clad woman was crucial since she had to face Steven directly. Who knew what tricks he might pull? A single misstep, and
This girl, she actually suspects he wants to kill someone?If he were to kill someone, she’d be the first!Noticing Reginald’s clear irritation, Miranda stuck out her tongue. Just then, Molly brought in tea, and Miranda eagerly took it, handing it to him personally. She said, “It was small-minded of me to think that way about you, Lord Reginald. Rest assured, both Fitzroy and Croyso are capable enough to keep someone hidden without letting her ruin things.”Seeing that she still worried he might kill the old woman to keep her quiet, Reginald sneered but didn’t argue, nor did he take the tea. He merely looked at her with a distant gaze.“Lord Reginald?” Miranda called softly, testing his mood.Reginald seemed to realize his anger was somewhat unwarranted. He let out a cold snort, abruptly stood, turned away, and said icily, “Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn’t mess things up.” Without using the main exit, he leapt out of the open window in one swift move, leaving the inn behind
This outcome was within Miranda's expectations.Steven’s incident was sudden, coming at an inopportune moment with the murder case. During her confrontation that day, Miranda had repeatedly emphasized waiting for Jasendale’s investigation results. Lord Green, a veteran in the halls of power, could surely sense something amiss. With Steven’s abrupt disappearance, even though he couldn’t secure concrete evidence, it was clear that he had pieced together the truth."My father-in-law asked me to convey his thanks to you, Miranda, and he sent a token of gratitude, which has already been delivered to your chambers. And I’ve brought my own gift as well. Honestly, you saved Wensley from an absurd engagement, which is as good as saving my life!" Lady Fitzroy laughed heartily. "If ever you need a favor from me or the Fitzroy estate, don’t hesitate to ask!"Miranda shook her head with a smile. “You and Lord Fitzroy are too kind. Wensley is my friend, and I didn’t want to see her marry someone un
In the evening, upon returning to the quiet comfort of his study, Lord Croyso received a letter bearing the familiar seal of Lady Langley. He paused, turning it over thoughtfully before breaking the wax seal and reading her message. She conveyed Lady Fitzroy’s words, raising the topic of Miranda’s marriage. Lord Croyso pondered for a moment before writing, “I’ve actually been thinking about Miranda’s marriage for some time now. I have my eye on Earl Sheffield’s son, Fulton. He has a good temperament, is ambitious, and, from what I can see, he seems quite taken with Miranda. Sheffield and I have a close friendship, and he’s straightforward and trustworthy. For my sake, he’d surely treat Miranda well. I think it’s a promising match, but I’m still considering it.”Since Lady Langley mentioned Miranda’s marriage, Lord Croyso realized he should also start considering Selena’s future.***As the light from her candle flickered across the walls, Lady Langley sat quietly, deep in thought. "Th
Selena lowered her head, hesitating for a moment before slowly unfolding the embroidered cloak in front of her father.Selena had added a subtle touch of her own; she stitched her name discreetly into the sleeve of the cloak, in a barely noticeable color.Prince Zachary was already known for his charm and talent, and with her own intelligence and beauty, Selena was confident that it was only a matter of time before she earned his unwavering favor once she entered his palace. When Zachary finally ascended the throne…Then, she would make sure that vile Miranda would be groveling at her feet, begging for mercy!Earl Croyso glanced at his daughter and, seeing that she had completed the cloak he had firmly opposed, frowned and scolded, "You’re so determined; now that it's finished, why not hurry and send it over?"Selena knew that acting rashly wouldn’t achieve her goal and could harm her relationship with her father. She quickly replied, "After hearing your advice last time, Father, I sp
Easter was the liveliest day of the year in town. Children darted about, hunting for colorful eggs, while the streets overflowed with people celebrating. Stalls displayed painted eggs and holiday trinkets, creating a vibrant market. For young noblewomen like those of the Croyso family, this day offered a rare opportunity to step outside the confines of their usual restraints, to experience the festive energy freely. It was a chance to mingle, to showcase their grace, and perhaps even to catch a few admiring glances.The Croyso household bustled from dawn, and, after everyone was dressed and ready, they boarded the carriage. With a flick of the reins, the driver set them toward the market, escorted by four family guards. The festivities had drawn throngs, and the streets were packed. Not only the Croyso carriage but several others were also at a standstill along the crowded route.Realizing the delay, Selena lifted the carriage curtain, glanced at the bustling crowds, and suggested, “S
"Young lady, alone here, must be feeling lonely, right? Why not let us keep you company and have a little chat?" Just from hearing those words, Miranda could tell these weren’t decent people."Isn't that so? Meeting like this must be fate!"The group of seven or eight men spouted suggestive words as they slowly approached where Miranda was seated.The people in nearby shops seemed to recognize who these men were, all instinctively stepping back to avoid any trouble. Even the teahouse owner discreetly slipped away, and the customers who had been resting there also left without a word. In the blink of an eye, Miranda was left alone at the teahouse, her mind racing as she quickly reviewed everything that had led to this moment.She was in a commoner’s district in the capital, and these men were clearly local thugs with a reputation for crude behavior. Everyone knew better than to get involved with such types. Usually, Miranda moved in circles frequented by high-ranking officials, with pa
Hans sat down gracefully, his long, slender fingers carved like fine jade, leisurely toying with the wine glass in his hand, seemingly indifferent as he observed the scene below."And who do you think you are, telling me to get lost?" The gang leader, already filled with rage, sneered at the sight of this scholarly young man in white, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin. "Where did this fresh-faced lad come from, daring to meddle in my affairs? Today, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who you're dealing with." With that, he clenched his fist, large as a bowl, and swung it toward Hans.Given Hans's delicate appearance, he looked like he wouldn’t withstand even a single punch.Gasps erupted from the crowd, most of them the soft, melodic voices of young women filled with concern.However, Hans remained unfazed. He drew the wooden sword from his waist and moved with fluid grace, striking, flicking, parrying, and hooking with precision. Like a serpent, each stroke hit th
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
Reginald had always been composed, but under Miranda’s steady gaze, he found himself growing nervous, unsettled.“What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, a bit uneasy.“Why are you helping me, Lord Reginald?” Miranda asked, her tone tinged with confusion.His heart skipped a beat. For a moment, Reginald thought she had seen through him. He reflexively denied it, blurting out, “Who said I’m helping you? The Dowager Queen and the Queen are both from the Blackwell family. Zachary is the Queen’s son, and he’s my sworn enemy. Naturally, I’m against the Queen and Dowager Queen as well. Dealing with the Dowager Queen was inevitable—taking care of your problem just happened along the way. Who has the time to go out of their way for you? I only came to let you know—you owe me another favor. Don’t pretend you don’t know. I always ride the wind when I sail, and I never do favors without expecting repayment!”In his panic, even he wasn’t sure what nonsense he was spouting.As