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
Count Croyso was puzzled. Was there some subtlety he had missed? Concentrating on the chessboard, he saw the black pieces, which had once been scattered in an orderly manner within their territory, gradually being devoured by the white pieces.However, for some reason, the club master was placing his pieces increasingly slowly, as if each move required immense mental effort. Before the game concluded, the club master suddenly sighed softly, pushed the chess pieces away, and said, "No need to continue, I have lost!"The club master was in an absolutely advantageous position, so why did he claim defeat? Everyone was confused. Count Croyso stared at the chessboard, seeming to understand something.Miranda stood up gracefully, her demeanor respectful, and said gently, "The club master is too modest; it is I who have lost." However, Miranda couldn't help but feel that his purpose in playing was far from merely attracting customers, or promoting his namefor chess; there seemed to be a deep
The news of Miranda's victory in a chess match at the Black and White Chess Pavilion spread rapidly throughout the capital, causing a stir of disbelief. Once considered plain and untalented, especially after her recent broken engagement with the marquis' family, Miranda's win against the pavilion's master, who had not lost in three years, challenged everyone's perceptions.Even the servants in Count Croyso's mansion were taken aback. "Miss Miranda beat the master and took the seven-colored glass bead? That’s incredible!" they murmured. Rumors spread that Miranda was more talented than previously known.The countess was furious. "Nonsense! Miranda is nothing compared to Selena!" "Hmph, that little wench will never escape my grasp!" The countess sneered, issuing orders to Beatrix, "Go to the teachers of the mansion's young ladies and tell them..." After giving her instructions, the countess went to find Count Croyso.The next day, Count Croyso summoned Miranda, instructing her to resume
In the grand room, Count Croyso was deep in conversation with a man dressed in amber when the door opened, drawing his gaze. Upon seeing Charlotte and her party, his concern was immediate. Had Miranda caused trouble again? His frown deepened.The young man opposite him, with sword-like eyebrows and eyes as dark as pearls, turned instinctively. The shimmering silver threads in his amber attire and the luminous pearl in his belt marked him as someone of wealth. His curious gaze landed on the youngest among them—Miranda. Could she be the infamous Miss Miranda?Charlotte, suppressing her anger, declared, "Count, if Miss Miranda isn't punished severely this time, I cannot continue as her teacher! Her behavior is outrageous, beyond anything I've ever witnessed!" Her outburst painted a vivid picture of Miranda's supposed defiance.With an outsider present, Charlotte's anticipation of a doubled reward grew.Count Croyso rubbed his temples, "What happened?" He dreaded the answer, especially wit
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