The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 322

“Anthony, the herb seeds and seedlings we ordered have all arrived. We’ve also got the workers and fields ready. So what are we still waiting for? Why don’t we start planting now?” Sophie stood in Anthony’s courtyard, flipping through the account book with increasing impatience before she finally snapped and asked him outright.

“Eliza already started nearly a month ago, and she’s way ahead of us! If we keep stalling like this, we won’t be able to catch up.” Sophie added

“Calm down, Sophie,” Anthony replied.

He, too, was reading something, but it wasn’t the account book. Upon closer look, it turned out to be a handwritten manual on medicinal herb cultivation.

Had Eliza been there, she would’ve immediately recognized the handwriting. It was distinct and familiar.

“This planting manual from Father is incredibly detailed. As long as we follow the instructions carefully, we’ll definitely be able to catch up.” Anthony explained.

Hearing this, Sophie leaned over to peek at the book in his hands and asked, “Seriously? That amazing? Who wrote it? Why don’t we just have Father track this person down and pay them to plant the herbs for us? Wouldn’t that save us all the trouble?”

shook his head and replied. Tm afraid that won’t work. This manual looks pretty old. Whoever wrote it is

instantly deflated, and she thought bitterly.

have to die so early? How

noble lady. Using silk sheets and silver spoons. But after that damn little tramp, Eliza, escaped from me and ran away from the

filled with scoldings and beatings. And now they want me, a noble daughter of

to do it with my own hands, it’s still humiliating. What kind of noble lady does

first, but in the past few days, whenever she went out and ran into daughters from official families, some of them had already started mocking her behind

it to her face, but just one look at their eyes told her exactly what they were thinking.

care of this instead? I’m too clumsy, I’ll probably mess up Father’s orders.

handle all the grunt work of

take the glory. What’s the point of me doing the dirty work myself? she

help but smile when he heard her compliments and roused to himself, I really am just a useless