"I understands that Father has my best interests at heart. If the Marquis family breaks the engagement because they are dissatisfied with me, then even if I were to marry into their family, they would not treat me kindly. If it is due to some misunderstanding, then such a family, which cannot discern right from wrong, is not worth relying on," Miranda explained calmly and logically, her words perfectly hitting the mark in Count Croyso's heart.
She then added sorrowfully, "I'm merely saddened to have brought shame upon Father!"
Looking at his innocent daughter, Count Croyso's heart was filled with affection.
He gently said, "It is not your fault, my dear. It is the Marquis family that has gone too far! Humph, that heir Andrew is not a good match either—arrogant and narrow-minded due to being spoiled. He does not deserve my daughter! Rest assured, I will find you a better match in the future!"
Even if the Marquis family has now connected with the Empress Dowager, he will still seek justice for his daughter!
The Countess raised her eyebrows slightly: Humph, an unattractive, talentless girl who has been jilted—what good match could she hope for in the future? She will be at my mercy from now on!
Miranda shook his arm, pouting, "I do not want to marry. I want to stay with Father forever, unless Father grows tired of me and abandons me!"
She then laboriously bowed to Selena, saying, "We are all daughters of the Earl's house; we share in its honor and disgrace. The Marquis family's withdrawal from the engagement might also affect the reputation of my sisters. No wonder Selena is angry. I apologizes to you here."
Being the youngest and the one jilted, Miranda still showed such thoughtfulness, apologizing to Selena for the sake of her reputation.
In contrast, Selena, instead of comforting her sister, had just mentioned the broken engagement with barbs, appearing narrow-minded and unsisterly.
Selena, who had always been the one to plot against Miranda, was caught off guard by Miranda's proactive attack and was momentarily stunned.
Seeing Selena speechless, the Countess grew anxious and quickly smiled, "Miranda, what are you saying? You and Selena are sisters; how could she be angry over this? Even if she is angry, it is at the Marquis family for bullying you, standing up for you!"
As she spoke, she seemed to inadvertently touch her left arm, letting out a soft cry of pain, attracting everyone's attention to her left arm.
Noticing the slight inconvenience in her left arm, Count Croyso's heart surged with tenderness. Looking at Selena, his previous displeasure vanished, and he gently said, "Your left arm is injured; be careful and sit down!"
"Madam's left arm is injured? What happened?" Knowing full well that the Countess was acting, Miranda still asked in surprise. If she didn't let the Countess play her part, how could she ruin the show later?
The Countess's face turned pale, yet she still smiled lovingly, "It's nothing serious, Miranda, don't worry."
Count Croyso sighed, "Miranda, you don't know. When you were ill and unconscious, your stepmother was extremely worried, consulting numerous doctors. One traveling doctor said that to cure you, human flesh was needed as a lead. Your stepmother immediately cut a piece of flesh from her arm to use as medicine for you. Miraculously, you recovered after taking it. she has been so kind and sincere, yet she didn't even mention this significant deed to you." He praised, "Sophie, entrusting the Earl's house to you was indeed the right choice!"
The Countess shyly lowered her head, her demeanor charming, "My lord, please don't say that."
Selena took the opportunity to act spoiled, "Mother, you treat my sister better than me; you only care for her and not for me. I won't stand for it!"
"Miss Selena, don't say that. Madam's great kindness is a blessing for our Earl's house!" Lady Wilson, wiping her moist eyes, said, "I never thought the Countess, so delicate, could endure the pain of cutting flesh from her own arm for Miss Miranda's treatment. Her kindness moved heaven and earth, curing Miss Miranda's illness."
"Cutting flesh to heal—such kindness is comparable to that of a birth mother!"
"Indeed, Miss Miranda is fortunate to have such a loving stepmother who saved her from the brink of death. Otherwise, she might have..." The maids in the room chimed in, praising the Countess's actions.
Listening to the flattery around her, Miranda appeared deeply moved, her eyes misting with tears. She choked up, "Madam, I... never thought you treated me so well... I..." Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, "I was ignorant before, not understanding your kindness. From now on, I will... listen to everything you say!"
These were her exact words in her previous life. Saying them now, they naturally sounded genuine and flawless.
In her last life, her relationship with the Countess was merely ordinary until the Marquis family broke the engagement. Devastated, she fell ill.
At her weakest, she heard that the Countess had cut flesh from her arm to treat her illness. The shock and gratitude she felt were immense.
From then on, she trusted the Countess completely, obeying her every word and tolerating Selena's arrogance.
How could she have known back then that it was all part of the Countess's plan?
Cutting flesh to heal... a piece of pork that won the hearts of both her and her father. Such a clever "cutting flesh" treatment!
Seeing this scene of motherly love and filial piety, Count Croyso was deeply relieved. He had worried that the Countess might mistreat Miranda.
Learning about the flesh-cutting incident, he was completely reassured. Such a great act of kindness showed that the Countess truly cared for Miranda like her own daughter!
The Countess, skilled at manipulating hearts and understanding the nature of Count Croyso and Miranda, felt smug seeing how easily she had won them over.
She smiled, "Good child, don't cry, lest it harms your health. Forget the past; from now on, we will live well together as mother and daughter." Noticing the prepared medicine bowl, she quickly added, "We came at a bad time, interrupting your medicine. This is important. Come, let me feed you!" She picked up the bowl and spooned out some medicine, bringing it to Miranda's lips.
Seeing her stepmother's kind and caring demeanor, Miranda suppressed her raging anger. Her eyes glanced over the dark medicine, a strange look flashing across them. She then put on a grateful smile and reached for the bowl, "Madam hurt her arm for me; it must be painful. I dare not trouble you further; I will take it myself."
Determined to maintain her image as a "kind mother," the Countess refused to give in.
In their struggle, Miranda "accidentally" knocked over the bowl, spilling the medicine precisely onto the Countess's injured arm.
Miranda exclaimed in shock, "Madam, I didn't mean to! Did it burn you? Does it hurt?" She lifted the Countess's sleeve to check the wound, scolding the maids, "What are you all standing around for? Didn't you see Madam got burned? Go get the burn medicine and call the doctor! If anything happens to Madam, you will all be punished!"
More shocked than Miranda, the Countess hurriedly said, "No need! No need!"
Cutting flesh to heal was just a ploy to please Count Croyso. She wasn't foolish enough to cut her own flesh for Miranda. If Miranda unwrapped the bandage and applied medicine, her ruse would be exposed!
Miranda smiled firmly and said, “Madam, don’t be childish. Let me apply the medicine. After all, it was my fault you got hurt.” Her insistence made it clear that the Countess couldn’t escape.The Countess, uneasy, discreetly pinched Selena, urging her to intervene. Selena quickly said, “Sister, please sit down. Madam should go back and apply the medicine in her room; it’s bad luck to see blood.”Selena’s concern won Count Croyso’s approval, but Miranda countered, “Madam saved me, and I owe her. I will serve her as my own mother, and no mother would refuse her child’s care.” Her words left no room for rejection. Count Croyso agreed, urging the Countess to accept treatment.The Countess, panicking, cursed Selena’s failure but smiled reluctantly, agreeing to let Miranda help. At that moment, a maid brought the medicine, and the Countess, unable to stall further, prepared to remove her bandages.Suddenly, Mrs. Wilson intervened, suggesting that applying medicine in front of everyone was in
In the study, a meticulously crafted iron incense burner, shaped like a crouching lion, sat majestically on the table. Its head was held high, as if surveying the entire room, with wisps of fragrant smoke curling from its open mouth, creating an atmosphere of mystery and tranquility."Stand before me!" commanded Lord Croyso, seated in a chair of purple-black rosewood, his expression dark and his voice low but commanding.Though outwardly calm, those who knew his temperament understood he was seething with rage. "My Lady, do you know your crime?"The Countess immediately stood, her face a mask of confusion, flawlessly feigning innocence. "I do not know what wrong I have committed, my lord.""A fine tale of cutting flesh to heal, a paragon of benevolence and compassion!" Lord Croyso sneered, his anger rising uncontrollably."Do you think me so easily deceived? Let me tell you, the
In the dead of night, under a moonlit sky as pale as frost, Miranda lay awake, eyes fixed on the dark expanse. Her mind was preoccupied with a single thought: how to eliminate Mrs. Wilson.This cunning and scheming woman posed a constant threat. Given her status as Miranda's nanny, her position was not that of an ordinary servant.A single misstep could lead to accusations of ingratitude and cruelty, damaging Miranda's reputation irreparably.After pondering for a long time, Miranda realized that all her schemes required accomplices. The problem was that Mrs. Wilson had already seized control of the people around Miranda, and other courtyards were beyond Miranda's reach. She had no one to rely on.Her eyes inadvertently fell on her wrist, bringing back memories of the sudden appearance of a note that fateful night."The medicine has been tampered with. Do not take it. Delay as mu
“Miranda, I’ve come to chat with you. Don’t be annoyed!” Early in the morning, Selena arrived at Miranda's room.She was adorned with a lustrous pearl necklace around her neck and dressed in a vibrant red gown embroidered with golden patterns of intertwining branches and flowers.Her radiant appearance starkly contrasted with the sickly, pale Miranda lying in bed, making her look even more dazzling.Miranda smiled faintly and said, “It’s so early, Selena. I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” A patient who hadn’t had breakfast, yet Selena was here already. Was this really a visit to see how she was? Clearly, it was to make her feel worse!“No problem, take it easy. I’ll just sit here.” Miranda ignored her and continued with her meal.“Wow, Miranda, this sixteen-panel purple sandalwood glass screen at your bedside is beautiful!” Selena’s eyes shone with envy.Selena was filled with jealousy. She approached and began stroking the screen, laughing naturally, “Miranda, you’re always so gener
Count Croyso frowned deeply and barked, "What is happening? Don't you know the Miss Miranda is ill? Such commotion is unacceptable!"A maid hurriedly entered, bowed to everyone, and then reported, "My Lord, someone outside claims to be here on behalf of Mrs. Langley to visit Miss Miranda. Greta informed them that the Miss is resting and cannot receive guests. They argued, and we couldn't stop them. Please advise us, My Lord."Mrs. Langley? Count Croyso's frown deepened further. Why would Julie Langley send someone to visit Miranda? What is she plotting?Mrs. Langley, the sister of the late Countess Anna, is technically Miranda's aunt. However, she is notorious in aristocratic circles for her fiery temper.During Anna's lifetime, the sisters had a strained relationship. Moreover, Julie lost her husband years ago and has been managing his estate alone since, rarely visiting her niece over the years.The Countess also had her doubts. Given Julie Langley's personality, she would not send s
Lady Wilson was always meticulous in her actions. If she wasn’t absolutely certain, she wouldn’t look like this with no fear. Could it be that someone frame her? Suspicion fell upon Molly.The countess said slowly, “Strange, Miss Miranda’s medicine has always been fine. Why is it that there are problems as soon as you arrive, Molly?”The implication was clear: the countess suspected Molly of tampering with the medicine.Molly remained calm, meeting the countess’s gaze as she replied in a steady voice, “Countess, Miss Miranda’s medicine has always had issues; I only discovered it.”“Is that so?” The countess narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp. “How coincidental that none of us knew about ‘Luna’s Bane,’ yet you know all about it. And coincidentally, as soon as you arrived, you detected ‘Luna’s Bane’ in Miss Miranda’s medicine. After the physician confirmed it, we indeed found this ingredient. Are you a fortune teller, Molly?”“I have studied some medicine,” Molly responded defiantly. “‘Lu
Due to Miranda's plea and her mention of "accumulating virtue," Count Croyso ultimately spared Mrs. Wilson's life, sentencing her instead to fifty lashes and banishment from the estate.From that point, without Miranda even speaking a word, she got Molly by her side. With Molly's careful care, Miranda quickly recovered.One sunny day, Miranda, accompanied by Molly, went to the garden to enjoy the flowers. In the bright spring courtyard, Molly supported her cautiously.Seeing no one around, she couldn't help but ask, "Miss, I don't understand. Why did you plead for Mrs. Wilson?"Miranda smiled slightly, picking a translucent magnolia blossom and sniffing it gently."Mrs. Wilson is the Countess's confidante and surely knows many of her secrets. The Countess wanted her dead, cutting off her livelihood. How could Mrs. Wilson not harbor resentment? The Countess would worry about her secrets being exposed. With such mutual animosity, why not let them fight each other?"Mrs. Wilson, being cun
In the study, after completing his official duties with Miranda's company, Earl Croyso decided to take her out for a change of scenery. Seated comfortably in the carriage, Miranda stealthily lifted the curtain, peering through the veil of her bonnet at the bustling scene outside.As they journeyed, the towering buildings on both sides, the rows of shops brimming with a dazzling array of goods, and the throngs of people created a grand and splendid atmosphere."My lord!" Suddenly, Thomas’s voice came from outside the carriage. "The Chess Pavilion up ahead is hosting another chess duel. I've heard the prize this time is a set of rainbow glass beads, which has attracted a large crowd, blocking the road. Would you like to pause for a while, or should we take a detour?"This chess duel was a renowned spectacle of the capital, with the Chess Pavilion being the most famous. Rumor has it that in each small room, a chess master is on duty. Only those who could win three consecutive games were q
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