The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 217: Another of Iryne’s letters.

After leaving the mage estate, Sigrid returned straight to The Vale. She was itching to get to the green house in which she had planted ten dozen trees of cocoa. Her excitement was shared by her husband who had no idea what was so delicious about the odd looking fruit--as he called it.

It had taken Sigrid a whole month to cultivate the trees using magic, fairy dew water and the poop of a griffin which acted as a fertilizer. As disgusting as most of the servants and Roland found it, griffin poop had proven to be a potent magical product.

Not only could it nourish plants, speed up their growth and increase their abilities of becoming enchanted fruit, it was also a great alchemy ingredient.

For mages, it was a rare commodity that was highly desired and many of them offered her a lot of gold in exchange for some griffin poop.

On the downside, every time Lady Iryne showed up for some griffin poop, she would loudly shout "Show me the poop."

The words were hurled out without a care of who was in listening distance and Sigrid always had to explain that it was not human poop.

Before she could get to the trees, Roland stopped her, waving an envelope up and down. Wind slapped the envelope, making it shake like a flag hanging on to a pole in a storm. "You have received a letter from your mother."

Sigrid took the envelope but she groaned a protest as she did because it was bound to be filled with the usual silliness her mother wrote.

Dearest Siggy,

as well as that lovely griffin of yours. I have forgotten her name again, you should write

continuous attempts to force me into an early

on the matters

writing to you whilst trapped in my own bathroom, hiding---because your father [the great bane of my existence] is up in arms as I have broken yet another Television. But it not my fault, it is the fault

as one of the many concubines in his harem and when she gets there, the first thing she does is scheme against another concubine. These poor foolish women,

once concubine or the other dared to seduce the emperor. I am confused, is it seduction if the emperor is their shared husband? He is like a piece of communal meat and everyone must take a bite. Why then would you lose your temper if others are taking

empress. Despite not being loved by the king, she had held on to her power with a grip tighter than the one Roland had on your waist in the corner of the room at

the public display of affection! Your father gets an ulcer every time he

sighed. There were three pages and two were

to writing in bold now." Roland

mother to find a way of getting her message across. She skipped all the parts about the series and started from where her mother started writing about the affairs of

We own more peacocks than any other noble now. It is ridiculous. Worse, he named the recent addition Lord Rainbow Fluffington

all the time, sabotages rival peacocks, refuses to walk anywhere quietly, throws tantrums and I swear he rolls his eyes at me as if I am more

seen or heard about

had to pause the reading and chuckle. Why her father

is building an army to