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That wretched girl come here for a vacation, did she? She’s bound to visit the hot springs. When the time comes, I’ll find a way to see her there and finally determine whether she has that mark or not! If she doesn’t have, I can finally expose her in front of the Earl. She’s not the real Miranda!With her plan in place, the Countess smiled warmly and said, “Miranda, aren’t you here to enjoy the hot springs? I’ve already ordered everything to be prepared. If you don’t mind, why don’t you join us for a bath?”Selena was stunned and stopped her knife and fork mid-air. “Mother!”Miranda's expression also seemed somewhat uncertain. “The Countess is being so considerate today that I’m almost flattered.”“I just want to take good care of you. After all, if you enjoy your vacation, we can return home sooner, can’t we?” The Countess, pretending to be respectful, offered a reason, hoping not to arouse Miranda’s suspicions. If Miranda didn’t join her in the hot springs, things could get tricky.M
Countess Croyso felt a surge of unspeakable satisfaction at having uncovered such a startling secret. Her voice was sharp and unyielding as she confronted Miranda, “You were sent by Lady Langley, weren’t you? Seizing the opportunity while the real Miranda was gravely ill, you took her place and dared to impersonate the young lady of the Croyso Estate. Your scheme was flawless, but you got too carried away, revealing countless inconsistencies that don’t align with Miranda’s character! I’ve watched Miranda since she was three years old—I can predict her every response. You couldn’t possibly be Miranda! Where is the real Miranda? Or is she dead? Julie had you impersonate Miranda just to re-establish ties with the Croyso family to profit and investigate us, didn’t she?”To her surprise, Miranda grew calmer under the Countess’s aggressive questioning.With a sudden twist of her wrist, she freed herself from the Countess’s grip, leisurely reaching for the gauze robe by the poolside and drapi
“What a clever ploy, setting up a false trail and luring people into a trap! It’s truly a pity, Miss Miranda, to be in this situation at such a young age!” The silver-masked man sighed wistfully, though his obsidian eyes were thoughtfully fixed on Miranda in the pool. Due to the hot spring, her wet black hair floated on the surface, revealing her slender neck. Although she wore a sheer garment, it clung to her skin, almost transparent from the water’s moisture, highlighting her smooth, jade-like complexion. The steamy ambiance of the hot spring made her form even more suggestive and intriguing.Her dark eyes, as clear as jade, and her subtly tinted lips made her natural beauty all the more alluring in this intimate setting.Despite her unusually calm demeanor, Miranda appeared as a beautiful young girl at the tender age of thirteen. How could someone so young display such contrasting personas? Innocent and naive in public, yet calm and wise behind the scenes. Her strategy against the C
As he was lost in thought, a breeze brought a faint fragrance, and a soft silk handkerchief covered his face, blocking his vision. He heard the sound of water and then the rustle of clothes as someone approached and stopped beside him. With his sight obscured, his other senses sharpened, allowing him to catch the faint scent of a woman, matching the fragrance on the handkerchief.Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his leg as someone kicked him hard."Idiot, I don't know if you came for me that day, but after facing danger, how could I not be prepared?" Miranda fumed, her anger flaring as she thought of how close her innocence had come to being ruined. She punched and kicked him until she was out of breath, then spat, "You should be thankful you didn’t see anything and turned away just now, or I would have killed you myself!"After one final kick, Miranda left in a huff.He was surprised she didn’t unmask him, feeling a mix of relief and amusement. Miranda'
If things proceed this way, the Earl would be forced to have Miranda's identity verified, and she wouldn’t even have to be the villain. Instead, she could play the role of the one "protecting" Miranda's reputation. This way, she could expose the little wretch without being seen as malicious, and the Earl wouldn’t suspect her of ill intentions. It’s a perfect plan! As the Countess thought this, she gently wrapped a silk handkerchief around her finger, a smile slowly spreading across her face.Miranda, let's see how arrogant you can be now!This time, I'll strip away your facade and reveal your true self!The plan was set, and all the necessary people were in place. To distance herself from suspicion and avoid any blame, the Countess feigned illness and handed over the management of household affairs to the steward and Miranda. When Lady Langley heard about this, she even joked that Sophie was once again pretending to be weak.Only Miranda noticed something was amiss.The Countess was i
"My name is Yoder, and this is my wife, Zoe. We have no sons, only a daughter named Jenny, whom we’ve cherished dearly. A few months ago, a group of well-dressed people passed by our home. A noblewoman in the group saw our daughter and was struck by her resemblance to someone. I didn’t know what was going on, but then the woman approached us and asked if we were willing to send our daughter to live with a wealthy family. She even gave us a lot of gold coins, saying our daughter looked very much like the daughter of a noble family and that she could help our daughter take that place, allowing her to bring wealth and honor to our family."At this point, Zoe pushed Yoder and cried, "It’s all your fault for sending our daughter away!"The Earl of Croyso, frowning even more, interrupted them, "I think you’ve come to the wrong place!""No, we haven’t! Even if I were blind, I would recognize my own daughter!" Yoder suddenly shouted passionately.The Earl's frown
Earl Croyso frowned and immediately rebuked, “Nonsense! To conduct an inspection on the daughter of an earl just because of the ramblings of two lunatics—doesn’t that imply we doubt Miranda's identity? Such an act would only hand others a weapon to use against us! Moreover, what an insult this would be! Miranda is my daughter, my flesh and blood. I would never mistake her for anyone else—she is Miranda, not some Jenny! Do you really think I can’t recognize my own daughter?”To be reprimanded under these circumstances was entirely unexpected, and the Countess's initial anger flared up instantly.“But, my lord…,” the Countess began, swallowing her indignation. She cast a seemingly timid glance at the gathered crowd, her expression laden with concern. “Of course, I care deeply about Miss Miranda's honor. But look at the expressions on the faces of these stewards and housekeepers. I fear they all ha
Zoe, momentarily stunned by Miranda’s noble and composed demeanor, quickly resumed her tearful outcry, “Jenny! Your mother can’t live without you! How can you deny me like this?” Her face was streaked with tears, a picture of utter despair.Yoder, half regretful, half enraged, chimed in, “Lian’er, I know we wronged you. We shouldn’t have agreed to give you away to that woman. Now I regret it. Come home with your father! Our house may be poor, but it’s where you were born and raised, and we are your real parents! You can’t forget your roots and deny your own parents just for the sake of wealth!”With a slight wave of her hand, Miranda halted the servants who were ready to step forward. Her gaze grew dark and intense as she fixed her eyes on them. "Anyone close to me could know about the mole behind my ear, but why would they share such a private detail with you? This can only mean that someone in the estate is conspiring with you to frame me. Remember, my father is the
Just then, Hendrik entered with a timely delivery of medicinal broth.Once again, Reginald made a show of his injured arms—dropping the spoon several times with exaggerated difficulty—until Miranda, without a word, took the bowl and spoon from him and began feeding him, one careful spoonful at a time. Bathed in this gentle tenderness, Reginald found himself thinking that the injury had been well worth it. A pity, though—once the medicine was gone, he could no longer find an excuse to keep her by his side, let alone steal another tender moment. With no alternative, he gave up reluctantly.Once his wound was dressed, they finally had a moment to speak of the night’s events.“Lord Reginald, what was that place? And why were you there?” Miranda had far too many questions.Reginald raised a brow. “Take a guess.”Miranda frowned, then her eyes lit up. “Was that… the residence for foreign envoys?”Reginald looked momentarily startled. “How did you know?”“I noticed that those men in black beh
Seeing the man's bare back, Miranda knew she ought to feel shy.But in this moment, as her eyes fell on Reginald’s scarred and bloodied back, there was no room in her heart for bashfulness—only a deep, twisting pain. The wounds were raw and cruel, slashing across his skin one after another. These injuries should have been hers to bear, but he had taken them all in her place.In the chaos of battle, no one knew better than Miranda how often Reginald had used his body to shield her from deadly blows…Though it was clear he had feelings for her, and had saved her more than once, he never sought to use his kindness to win affection. He never confessed, never asked for thanks. He simply cared for her quietly, asking nothing in return. Something within Miranda’s hardened heart stirred—softened. And with that softness came a dull ache, as if sorrow and tenderness flooded in all at once.If only he had been less sincere, more calculating—at least then, she wouldn’t feel so helpless before his
Just as they were about to shake off the guards behind them, a new group suddenly appeared ahead. Leading them was a richly dressed middle-aged man who glared at Reginald and his companions, shouting, “Think you can leave after causing such chaos? It’s not that easy!” As he raised his hand to give the order to attack, his gaze suddenly fell upon Miranda standing behind Reginald. His eyes widened in shock, his expression twisting in disbelief as he pointed at her, exclaiming, “You—!”Taking advantage of his stunned state, Harland leapt forward like lightning and slashed through the legs of the man’s horse in one clean stroke. The middle-aged man tumbled to the ground. Harland pressed his blade to the man’s throat and dragged him back to their formation, saying coldly, “No one move, or I’ll kill him where he stands!”Seeing their leader taken hostage, the rest of the men hesitated, unwilling to risk his life.“Clear a path. Once we’ve left safely, we’ll release him,” Harland declared, h
Seeing the man's attire, the burly warrior beside him immediately realized that this must be one of their brothers who had gone to the palace to assassinate someone—now back and enraged, looking for a fight. But upon hearing the words "His Highness is dead," his heart was struck with unspeakable shock, his mind going blank for a moment.Stepping forward, he shielded Miranda and raised his sword to block the masked man’s saber.“Calm down! The commander said this woman might still be useful. Don’t go against his word!”But before his words had even finished, the situation changed in a flash.The masked man abruptly twisted his blade, slashing toward the burly warrior’s neck with lightning speed. The angle was vicious and sudden—nearly impossible to guard against.The burly man had assumed this was merely a furious comrade; it never occurred to him that he would suddenly turn his blade on him. Let alone defend himself—he was still in stunned disbelief even as the blade sliced across his
The man in black twisted Miranda's arm with one hand and held a dagger across her with the other. He jerked his chin toward Molly, signaling her to open the door. His grip on the dagger only tightened.Molly glanced worriedly at her miss before stepping forward to open the door.Standing outside was the regal and elegant Queen Dowager, flanked by Margaret and others—Selena stood nearby.The moment the door opened and the Queen Dowager saw Miranda being held hostage, her expression changed drastically. She shouted, “Who are you? How dare you seize a noble lady? Release her at once!”“Oh, how dearly the Queen Dowager treasures this Miss Croyso,” the man in black sneered. “Good. If Your Grace doesn’t want anything to happen to her, then cooperate and help us get out of the palace. With your seal, I don’t suppose it’ll be difficult? Once we’re somewhere safe, we’ll let her go. How about that?”“Your Grace, you mustn’t!” Margaret cried urgently. “These assassins are after His Majesty’s life
Hearing those words, Miranda finally let out a breath of relief.The fact that the King was willing to assign her tasks meant he had accepted her explanation.Of course, the King would not so easily trust her loyalty; she would still need to prove herself through her future actions. But at least, for someone like her—cornered by the Queen Mother with no way out—there was now a glimmer of hope ahead.As long as the King truly intended to oppose the Queen Mother, and as long as she could assist him in bringing her down, Miranda would be able to regain her freedom and no longer live under the Queen Mother's control."I understand. I will strictly follow Your Majesty's instructions," Miranda replied. "I used an excuse to leave earlier, and I cannot be away for too long. If there are no further orders, I shall take my leave."The King watched Miranda’s retreating figure in silence.Because of that familiar face, he couldn’t help but pay her a little more attention, though he did not show i
"Miranda?"The King, who had just risen to his feet, slowly sat back down, frowning slightly. After a moment, he said, "Let her come forward."Guided by Giles, Miranda approached gracefully and knelt in salute. "Greetings, Your Majesty."The King studied her closely, trying to guess her intentions. "You asked to see me. What is it you wish to say?""I..." Miranda hesitated, carefully choosing her words."Your Majesty's teachings remain engraved in my heart. Yet, in this world, eight or nine out of ten things do not go as one wishes," Miranda answered calmly, her head bowed. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and caught sight of a sheet of paper on the table. Daringly, she picked it up with a gentle motion. The King silently watched her actions."For a piece of paper," she said softly, "its greatest wish would be to remain pure and untouched — neither stained by ink nor creased by water. Yet once a hand reaches out and soaks it in ink or water, the paper has no strength to resist."She did no
That day, the King came to pay his respects at the Queen Dowager’s palace. The Queen Dowager ordered tea to be served.A young lady stepped forward, dressed in a gown of pale blue silk—the soft, mist-like color seemed steeped in delicate light, graceful and ethereal. Her hair ornaments matched in hue, adorned with teardrop-shaped tassels that swayed gently with her movements, catching the light like liquid glass. Her skin was fair as porcelain, her features fresh and luminous, like a lotus emerging from clear waters.Her simple attire, serene beauty, and quiet elegance gave the impression of a cool spring flowing through a sweltering day—soothing and refreshing.When the King saw that the one serving tea was Miranda, he paused. His gaze lingered briefly on her attire, on her calm expression, on the faint scent of perfume that wafted near. His eyes flickered with a shadowed gleam as he said with a faint smile, “I heard Miss Miranda fell ill shortly after entering the palace, and has be
Miranda was filled with doubts.Zachary had taken a liking to her and, without even asking her opinion, went straight to the Queen to request a royal marriage decree. The Queen Dowager fancied her and instantly ordered her into the palace as a companion. They were all powerful figures—so why was it that when Reginald liked her, he remained so silent? So composed? Why hadn’t she sensed even the slightest hint of his feelings?Even after hearing about her engagement to Sheffield, he simply vanished from her world. Aside from that one moment—when he stumbled into her chambers feverish and disoriented—he never once made a move. He didn’t even try to interfere with the betrothal between the Croyso family and Sheffield.Weren’t people like them always forceful and self-indulgent in love and power alike? And Reginald, with his flamboyant and unrestrained nature—why had he acted so differently?Her head throbbed. With a shake, she tried to banish the thoughts. There was a clear disparity in s