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 Fitzroyâs words, raising the topic of Mirandaâs marriage. Lord Croyso pondered for a moment before writing, âIâve actually been thinking about Mirandaâs marriage for some time now. I have my eye on Earl Sheffieldâs 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 heâs straightforward and trustworthy. For my sake, heâd surely treat Miranda well. I think itâs a promising match, but Iâm still considering it.âSince Lady Langley mentioned Mirandaâs marriage, Lord Croyso realized he should also start considering Selenaâs 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 throneâĶThen, 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, "Youâre so determined; now that it's finished, why not hurry and send it over?"Selena knew that acting rashly wouldnât 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, âS
"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 werenât 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 commonerâs 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 wouldnât 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
Hans was momentarily stunned upon hearing such a sweet, captivating voice.He had indeed sought Miranda out, intrigued by the rumors of discord between the Croyso sisters. Heâd heard that Miss Selena intended to trouble her, which was precisely why heâd thought to involve himself. He had expected Miranda to be either spoiled or unattractive, yet he had agreed to the arrangement for the sake of his ambitions. That day in the forest, heâd kept his back to her, far from the carriage, and hadnât actually seen her. But now, as they met face to face, he was struck by her light, graceful form and the quiet elegance about her. Although her face was obscured by a veiled hat, her voice and demeanor hinted at a noble, tender-hearted beauty, and his heart couldnât help but stir.âHelping those in need is simply the right thing to do, miss. Please, think nothing of it.â Although intrigued, Hans did not reveal his name, instead choosing to let her curiosity linger. He merely smiled and added, âSeei
After reflecting on everything, a calm smile returned to Hansâ 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 Mirandaâs 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 Hansâ escape routes and forcing him to block each punch head-on. The bruteâs force was overpowering, and after just a few blows, Hans found himself forced backward under the bru
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 youâre as foolish as can be." Miranda feigned ignorance of Selena's schemes, pretending she thought Selena only aimed
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