The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 332: In Roland’s mind.

"You..." She beat her chest gently. "You have lost your mind. We are giving birth to a human Roland, not a doll. You know that, right?"

"Of course." he nodded. "If it is a boy I will put a sword in his hands as soon as he learns to walk and I will train him personally how to fight, hunt, ride horses, fish and rule. I will teach him how to be a good responsible man, a good emperor."

"And if it is a girl you will pamper her to the heavens and ruin her the way your father ruined Thalassa. I will not let that happen Roland." She nibbled on the chocolate tart. "We have different parenting styles, this much is obvious but when our child comes, I hope that we will put aside our blind opinions and do what is best for him or her."

"I agree," he said eagerly.

He still wanted a pink cloud or bubble for his daughter. He wanted her to have the prettiest bows in the world. He would comb her hair, put her in a beautiful pink royal uniform and carry her to court, showing her off. Everyone would be so jealous because they will not have a baby as beautiful as his, after all, they did not have a wife as beautiful as his.

When the noble lords and council of advisors annoyed him, he would just shake a rattle for his daughter and she would laugh and all would be right with the world. He grinned more and more as he thought about it.

Sigrid had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she observed the look on her husband’s face. He looked like a villain that was plotting world domination with kittens as his fighting weapons.

"System, what is this guy thinking?"

"Fifty gold to scan his mind." It responded.

gave her permission and the fee was paid. Thirty seconds later, a picture appeared on the virtual

throne, dancing and waving a rattle. Court officials and nobles were waving their hands in the air, cheering her on as if they were at

in one

with the virtual screen. Her eyes returned to her husband, and she had just one word for him. Insane!! He was as insane as her mother and his imagination

he would be too embarrassed to be caught doing such a thing. Secondly, Lord Givenchy would never cheer on as official documents were set on fire. He would would

at dancing or singing as Roland was imagining.

and stepped on the throne, treating it as an ordinary table or chair. Real life was not a

breaking through Sigrid’s thoughts. She picked up another chocolate tart

heard you went to

sadly, like he was unhappy to be back to reality. "It will sure be nice to have

the funeral. Do we need to arrange a sit down with a reporter in which you talk about the dead knight fondly. It will be good for morale among

be hypocritical of me to suddenly show up and take pictures with his family, acting as if we are one big happy family. Moreover, I left the funeral before he was truly buried because my knights

them talking about strategies. Perhaps we should discuss the fact that

beef, potatoes, fruits and a lot of vegetables. Also water, a lot of water and juice. The wine vase was so far away from her, all the way on Roland’s end of the table. Even the pot of coffee was on

she is in charge of your menu." Roland nodded slowly, very impressed with the

pillows. Sigrid turned back and looked at Mrs. Elsworth. How did