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 it down when you

me to share with you the fact that I am alive, despite your father’s continuous attempts to force me into an early grave by leaving

on the matters

I have broken yet another Television. But it not my fault, it is the fault of this series that I am following against my own will because it has

when she gets there, the first thing she does is scheme against another concubine.

emperor. I am confused, is it seduction if the emperor is their shared husband? He is like a piece of communal meat and everyone

that they do not realize that the only constant woman in the palace that never changes is the empress. Despite not being loved by the king, she had held on to her power with a grip tighter than the one Roland

display of affection! Your father gets an ulcer every time he sees a picture of you and your husband in the

sighed. There were three pages and two were all complaints about

writing in bold now."

message across. She skipped all the parts about the series and started from where her mother started writing about the affairs of

infinite wisdom decided to take in another peacock, that brings the count to one and twenty! We own more peacocks than any other noble now. It is ridiculous. Worse, he named the

demands attention 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 dramatic than

ever seen or heard about a worse member of

her father kept bringing in more peacocks, she

is building an army to fight me." Roland commented, over Sigrid’s