Lady Fitzroy greeted her guest with a smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âWhy, if it isnât Lady Aylin!â she exclaimed with feigned warmth, stepping forward to welcome her.Following closely behind Lady Aylin was Rose, who, with her serene smile and graceful, poised demeanor, offered a perfect curtsy. Roseâs presence at such events was a rare occurrence, largely due to her motherâs habitual neglect, which often left her overlooked and sidelined from societyâs gatherings.âThere you are! Iâve been searching high and low for you,â Lady Aylin exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and reprimand. âI didnât expect to find you here, of all places! Now, stop quietly managing the servants' tasks hereâcome to the front and join everyone for a proper chat!â Lady Aylin exclaimed, grabbing Lady Fitzroyâs arm with enthusiasm, entirely ignoring Lady Langley and Miranda nearbyâa breach of social etiquette. Lady Fitzroy remained composed, her smile unwavering despite the slight. âI was just here,
"Miranda, it's been so long since you last came to our house. Mother probably still remembers you as the little girl from years ago. She never imagined that little girl would grow up to be such a beautiful young lady. And I neither havenât seen you since the last banquet. Whereâs Selena? Howâs her face? It was awfully red after she got hit last time!â Rose, who had been silent until now, suddenly stepped forward and affectionately took Mirandaâs hand, acting every bit the close sister.But if you listen closely to her words, youâll notice how she subtly distanced herself from her motherâs remark and casually shifted the topic, indirectly reminding Miranda of the incident when Selena was slapped. She indirectly and seemingly casually brought up Miranda's awkward past conflicts with her sister, leaving Miranda no time to continue the conversation from before. This clever change in conversation effectively steered away from the slightly awkward topic just now.Miranda's eyes narrowed slig
"Not you... Could it be Miranda?" Lady Fitzroy hesitantly guessed. Seeing the look on Lady Langley's face, she knew she'd hit the mark. Her expression was a mix of surprise and a hint of satisfaction. "Ah, thatâs wonderful! Miranda is quite something, isn't she? She actually managed to bring down that cunning woman, Sophie. Impressive! Is this what they mean by the student surpassing the master?""Iâd rather Miranda wasnât so impressive. Iâd prefer she were more like Wensleyâinnocent, lively, and blissfully unaware of the worldâs harsh realities.""You canât think that way!" Lady Fitzroy gently took Lady Langleyâs hand, leading her to a chaise lounge. The sharp, capable demeanor she often displayed melted away, replaced by a face full of concern. "Iâll be honest with youâseeing Wensley so carefree, always laughing, brings me joy as a mother. But she will eventually marriy into another family. When that time comes, she'll have to deal with her husband, in-laws, Behind-the-scenes intrig
âWensley!â Miranda's face deliberately darkened. âI'll tell Mrs. Fitzroy what you just said!âWensley quickly grabbed her arm, his face a picture of pleading. âOh, Miranda, donât be like that! I was just joking. If you tell Mother, sheâll scold me again. You wouldnât want that, would you? Please stay and chat with me. Once the room is full, we wonât have a chance to talk!âHe put on a distressed expression, clutching his hands together and gazing at Miranda with pleading eyes. âPlease, Miranda, youâre the best!âMiranda smiled and nodded. âAlright, alright.âThey chatted as they made their way into the hall.In one corner of the hall, a group of elegantly dressed young women gathered around a large painting displayed on the wall. The conversation was lively, filled with various opinions and guesses.âThis painting is truly remarkable! It must be very valuable!ââIndeed, it shows extraordinary skill! No wonder itâs a Fitzroy family collection.ââBut which artist created it?âAmid the h
Prince Zachary arrived in a jade-white robe with a round collar, adorned with intricate embroidery around the neckline. The sleeves were decorated with intertwined blue orchids pattern, and a sky-blue beaded belt cinched his waist, embroidered with golden threads and silver lines that shimmered under the sunlight. His appearance was elegant and refined, carrying an air of royal grace, and he smiled appreciatively at Miranda.It was Prince Zachary.Standing beside him was Quintina, dressed in a light beige and aquamarine silk gown. Her understated outfit made her already beautiful features appear even more refined, her eyes sparkling like stars, and the arrogance she usually exuded seemed to have diminished considerably.Prince Zachary and Quintinaâhow could they be here? Miranda was confused."Brother, Cousin Quintina, you both came too?" A girl who had been standing to the side turned her gaze to them and said with a charming smile, "Brother, come and see whose painting this really i
Zachary, the Queen's eldest son, is a figure of such esteemed status that, coupled with his handsome appearance and refined demeanor, he is the object of desire for countless noble young women. Today, seeing his admiration for Miranda and his seemingly familiar demeanor, it's no wonder that many people are seething with envy, their expressions subtly shifting.Among them, a beautiful young lady dressed in a blue floral gown was particularly irate. She shot a disapproving glance at Selena."What on earth made you invite Miranda to evaluate the painting? Princess Gina had already spoken highly of your discerning eye. Why cause unnecessary trouble?" Whitney, who was Sophieâs brotherâs daughter, leaned in close to Selena and whispered. "I went through so much trouble to find out that Princess Gina would be attending the Fitzroy familyâs banquet today and brought you here to give you a chance to shine. Now you've ruined it all! All the attention has shifted to your sister. What are we goin
As everyone turned towards the sound, an astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes, like a dream brought to life.By the intricately carved moon gate, Duke Reginald stood with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the doorframe, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the crowd. He held a glass of red wine in one hand. Dressed entirely in black, with subtle dark red embroidery along the hem and cuffs, he exuded an aura of mystery and authority. Almost as if orchestrating his entrance, a sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying with it a flurry of blossoms from the trees outside. The petals whirled around him as his clothes billowed dramatically in the wind, creating a scene that was both captivating and haunting.Amidst the swirling petals, a smile suddenly graced his breathtakingly handsome face.There was a beauty about himâdeeply alluring and dangerously seductiveâthat, combined with his piercing eyes, drew one in irresistibly, compelling them to surrender, even
Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, âThis painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, donât you think itâs rather excessive, Duke Reginald?ââIs that so?â Duke Reginald shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze shifting slightly. âMiss Wensley, Iâll send a Joshua Van painting to your estate another day as an apology.âThe crowd gasped. Joshua Vanâs works were among the highest-valued paintings on the market. Trading a Samuel Hawthorne painting for a Joshua Van piece was an incredibly advantageous deal!Miss Wensley was stunned and could only nod in a daze.Duke Regin
"Your MajestyâĶ what did you say?"In the palace hall, the queen stared in disbelief at the Queen Dowager, who was reclining gracefully on her chaise. Suspicion and shock filled her voice."At a time like this, you wish to arrange a marriage for Sheffield?"Right now, Sheffield and Williamâs reputations had hit rock bottom. Nearly the entire capital was condemning themâsaying William was shameless and despicable, not only backing out of a marriage alliance with the Croyso family but trying to tarnish Miss Croysoâs name in the process. And Sheffield? They called him weak, spineless, and willing to sell out his own future bride for favor.At such a time, everyone was doing their best to avoid association with the Sheffield familyâso why would the Queen Dowager choose to draw near, let alone offer a royal marriage?Worse, the broken engagement meant Miranda was now free from her previous betrothal. Without in-laws to tie her down, it was all too likely that the Queen Dowager would find a
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