The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 358: The best funeral ever.

There was a moment of silence as the solicitor folded the letter and put it away. He avoided everyone’s eyes because he was afraid that some of the people at the funeral would love to take their swords and stab him. It was hard to tell who would take lead. The crown prince whose naked picture had been in Lady Jane’s possession all along or those whose affairs he had exposed.

There was a scream and a fight broke out between Duchess Crane and Lady Thistlebaum.

While others were trying to stop the fight, Sigrid was gesturing at Brolin to stop the solicitor because she wanted the naked painting of her husband back. The way he was glowering at her, he was ready to eat her alive, and not in the good way.

The Reverend decided not to bother saying any last words. In the midst of minor chaos, he said the last prayers and the casket was lowered into the ground. When it touched down, it made a bubbly popping sound--like a bottle of champagne uncorking from inside.

Lady Percival and others popped the fox brew open, someone set off fireworks, startling the organists. Despite Lord Derrick’s protests, drums of wine were poured into the ground.

Lord Pemberton suddenly returned with a sword just as mourners were about to throw flowers onto the casket.

"I am going to kill you Derrick, you ruined her." He was screaming as he run forward with that sword.

Swords had no eyes, and the wielder was drunk. People screamed and run out of his way. Red knights took Lord Pemberton down.

Lady Jane was finally laid to rest beneath s headstone that read: She came, she saw, she spilled.

Words that she had insisted on despite any protests from her daughters and her husband. In the end, she got the funeral she wanted, more drama than tears, lots of wine and all the gossip and scandal that would have put a smile on her face.

was certain that either she was laughing from heaven or laughing from hell. It was hard to tell where a

the best funeral that Sigrid had ever been

you glad we came?" she

didn’t even want to come in the first place." He replied gruffly, still sour over the

he did not want to risk his neck. This much

that I was wrong to refuse." She gracefully moved her hand to her mouth and she snickered, "I cannot believe that she passed on your naked drawing to her daughter as if it

see the count’s face at the end of

not even lower her voice or

Mauve and Christie. "Ooh, he looked so mad. He was not even mentioned in the letter so I don’t so

looked even worse." Christie

slipped her arm through Mauve’s. "I don’t think Duchess Crane and Lady Thistlebaum’s

I were in her shoes, I would ruin Lady Thistlebaum’s life. For crying out loud,

feel like we are living in a drama. These things only happen in Lady Blanche

to let go of each other or get inside. They needed to exhaust the gossip just as many others were doing

cars or carriages, discussing the funeral and all that had

were on the sight, interviewing those that had been to the funeral. Reporter Karl, the biggest scandal sniffer in the empire was among

valet was trying to cover his mouth, to keep his Lord

do you suppose Lord Thistlebaum is going to do about all this?" Mauve asked

love his wife abundantly. He loved her so much that he never took a secondary wife