The scumbag from the past life who hurt our darling Miranda has finally appeared!!
The blood-soaked world, which had begun to spread from where the man in white stood, was suddenly obscured, replaced by the slate-blue carriage curtains. With Hans' figure no longer in sight, Miranda instinctively glanced at Selena, who had just drawn the curtains.A fleeting glance—half-revealed, half-concealed—left behind a hint of mystery and suspense, enough to stir a young girl's heart. At her mother's signal, Selena slowly let go of the curtain she had lifted, shielding the figure in white from view outside the carriage. “Miranda, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought!”Miranda snapped out of her reverie and gave a faint smile. “It's nothing.”Now fully awake from the shock of seeing Hans again, the intense pain and hatred she had felt gradually settled. She began to contemplate the hidden motives behind Hans’ sudden appearance today.Was this Hans’ own idea, or was there someone else pulling the strings?In this life, she would not be kind. If anyone wronged
Miranda followed the noise and saw two people standing in front of a flowerbed, broken shards of a celadon flowerpot scattered around their feet."You are so thoughtless! My dress is covered in dirt now. What are you going to do about it?" One of the girls dressed as a maid spoke up, "I already told you this orchid belongs to my lady. You insisted on taking it, and now the pot is broken! This orchid is rare and precious, worth a fortune. You have to pay for it!" The other maid, though looking guilty, tried to maintain her composure. "Stop pretending. That orchid clearly belongs to the estate. You tried to steal it, and when I caught you, the pot broke. It's not my fault! I'm a maid of the Croyso family!" "How shameless!" ...Miranda recognized the maid claiming to be from the Croyso family. She worked for Selena, perfectly imitating her mistress’s sharp temperament. Listening to their quarrel, Miranda quickly pieced together what had happened. It seemed that Selena’s maid had seen
After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms, the evening winding down into a quiet, peaceful night. Miranda, exhausted from the day's travels and engagements, sought some much-needed rest. She slipped out of her day clothes and into a pale white nightgown, the soft fabric cool against her skin. The bath had soothed her tired muscles, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she climbed into bed. The gentle rustling of the night wind through the curtains was the only sound as she settled beneath the covers, her body sinking into the mattress. Miranda quickly succumbed to the overwhelming tiredness that had been building throughout the day. Within moments, she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, unaware of the world around her.She didn't know how much time had passed when, through the fog of her slumber, Miranda vaguely felt someone shaking her. "Miss, wake up! Something’s happened!" A voice cut through the remnants of her sleep."Something happened?" she repeat
The incident began on the east side of the estate where Martha and the others were staying. At the time, she and Nina were sound asleep, but they were abruptly awakened by a rapid knocking at the door. Outside stood a guard, his tone urgent, informing them that bandits had invaded the estate, and the guards were doing their best to hold them off. He urged them to flee for their lives. When they saw the guard covered in blood, although filled with doubts, they didn’t hesitate. They immediately got up and hurriedly dressed. Just as they finished, a man dressed in black broke through the door, knocking down the guard without a word, with other guards in varying degrees of injury trailing behind him.The guards fought valiantly, suffering heavy casualties, but they managed to severely wound the man in black. At that moment, the guards from Croyso's side arrived just in time to rescue Martha and her maid."The guard captain is interrogating the man in black outside. Although he's gravely i
"Miss Miranda is absolutely right!" The head guard nodded in full agreement, though his expression remained hesitant. "But now, my concern is that we haven’t extracted any useful information from the man in black, and we still don’t know where his accomplices are hiding. Could they be at the mountaintop or the foot of the mountain? If we get it wrong, even if we manage to escape the manor, we might just walk right into their trap."This was indeed a crucial problem. If they could pinpoint the location of the man in black, their chances of survival would improve significantly."Regardless, send someone suitable down the mountain to call for help," Miranda instructed. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Did the guards thoroughly inspect the man's attire?"The commander nodded. "We did a careful search, but found nothing.""No, that's not what I meant. I’m asking if there were any other things on his body, like dirt, leaves, or grass. The temperature differs between the top and bottom
About half an hour later, a group of black-clad figures silently infiltrated the manor, only to find it brightly lit yet eerily empty. They searched the rooms thoroughly but found no one. Frustrated, they noticed a line of writing on the white wall in the main hall: "I appreciate your kindness in visiting so late, but as propriety dictates, men and women should avoid contact, so it’s best we don’t meet."Just then, another figure leapt in, throwing a corpse dressed in black onto the ground."This damn fool ruined everything!" one of the black-clad men snarled, raising his blade and hacking at the body. "Because of this fool's blunder, our presence has been exposed, and even the servants have fled. But the only path down the mountain is the one we came up, and we didn’t notice any movement along the way. They must have fled towards the summit.""Good, then we’ll continue the pursuit," another replied.The leader nodded. "Everyone, spread out and surround the area. If you spot the targe
"Eh? There's a little maid here!" A voice of surprise came from the side, followed by the appearance of a shadowy figure clad in black.Under the dappled moonlight, the girl before him had an ethereal beauty, as if she were a fairy. Her exposed skin shimmered faintly, almost translucent, while her tear-streaked face, delicate as white jade, exuded a sorrowful yet enchanting allure. A lewd glint flickered in the man's eyes as he licked his dry lips and chuckled, "I didn't expect to be this lucky, catching such a pretty little maid. Hmph, since the credit never goes to me, I might as well have a little fun with this maid!"He swaggered towards her.Miranda, dressed in a maid's uniform borrowed from Molly, was mistaken for a servant. She was in a daze until the black-clad man appeared in front of her, snapping her back to reality. She took two steps back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, "What do you think you're doing?" Her watery eyes flashed with three parts anger and
As the mountain wind blew, the man's fur cloak billowed behind him like wings. Standing there with his clothes fluttering in the air, his strikingly handsome features appeared out of nowhere, eerily silent, like a bewitching demon. Even though the bright moonlight illuminated his form, casting a long shadow, he seemed less human—an unsettling chill settled in one’s heart, yet it was hard to ignore his excessively captivating appearance."You... Duke of Veylar?!" The scarred man swallowed nervously."Oh? You recognize me?" Reginald smiled slightly, casually plucking a leaf and slowly walking forward. "That makes things easier. Since you know who I am, you should be aware of my methods. Will you confess willingly, or must I force it out of you? Who sent you to tail Ma—"Suddenly, something felt wrong. The night obscured his view of the woman hidden by the trees, but as he approached, his heart skipped a beat.The woman’s long hair was disheveled, fluttering wildly in the mountain breeze.
Selena pushed the door open and saw Quintina sitting by the window, next to a pot of peonies. She was dressed in a gold-embroidered pleated gown and adorned with a full set of ruby-encrusted jewelry. Her youthful, beautiful face carried an air of arrogance as she turned to scrutinize Selena from head to toe, her slightly upturned eyeliner adding a domineering and haughty edge to her expression.Selena curtsied gracefully and greeted, "Good day, Miss Quintina."Quintina continued to examine her closely. Selena was draped in a soft, pale green chiffon shawl over a nearly white silk dress, which accentuated her slender waist. Though still young, her presence exuded a delicate charm and allure.Such a perfectly shaped figure, such smooth, tender skin—she really is a little vixen!The sight of this radiant beauty only fueled Quintina's hatred, though she forced herself to suppress it for the moment. She waved Selena closer and said, "Come here. Let me have a look at you."As Selena approac
In the first round of the horse race, His Highness Zachary, Duke Reginald, Blackwell, and Linton participated, seemingly to probe where everyone’s support lay. Thus, the Croyso family all placed their bets on Montfort. However, starting from the second round, those reservations disappeared, and people began betting freely, with wins and losses creating a gradually livelier atmosphere.Lady Fitzroy glanced at Fulton and suddenly let out a soft laugh, the sound drawing the attention of a few nearby.Fulton looked up, his eyes meeting Lady Fitzroy's as she observed him placing his bets with a knowing and almost mischievous expression. He quickly realized that she had seen through his actions. Embarrassment crept up his neck, and his face slowly turned red, the flush deepening as he avoided her gaze.Wensley, puzzled by his mother’s sudden amusement, tilted his head and asked, “Mother, what’s so funny?”“Oh, nothing. I just remembered a joke I heard yesterday,” Lady Fitzroy said lightly, h
Reginald’s expression remained calm and composed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Miss Quintina, don’t celebrate too soon. I may have won the race, but your cousin lost. Aren’t you worried this might upset him?” Though he knew full well that Zachary would be irritated by the loss, feeling bested, Reginald couldn’t resist repeatedly emphasizing the defeat.Standing nearby, Zachary ground his teeth in frustration but restrained himself from reacting in such a public setting.“My cousin isn’t that petty!” Quintina’s cheeks flushed slightly, her excitement undiminished as she cheerfully said, “Reginald, I knew you would win. Look! To celebrate your victory, I’ve specially embroidered this snow wolf cloak for you. It took me months of hard work to make it by hand. Do you like it?”With that, she opened a box she had been holding, taking out the cloak and unfurling it before them.Zachary, already aware of the cloak’s origins, feigned ignorance and nodded. “Impressive embroidery!”Marj
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