The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 158: Yes husband.

Roland was a supportive husband, whatever his wife wanted, she had to get.

"The grounds are big, many areas are still underutilized, choose where you want a farm and | will instruct Jesting

to find men that will begin clearing the land immediately and building whatever housing you need."

Sigrid decided to take it a step further. "I am going to redecorate the castle, everything from the curtains to the

cups were your ward's choices. Do you mind if | get rid of the old and bring in the new?"

He shook his head, "Everything you want, | am a yes man__husband."

"I want the sun." she joked.

"Yes ma'am."

"I want the stars."

"Yes ma'am."

"| want to be empress."

"Yes ma'am."

"I want you to massage my feet."

"Yes ma'am."

He rose from his chair, walked to her and got down on his knees at the foot of the bed from where her feet were

dangling. She had just taken a bath after their long tour and her feet were clean. Sigrid did not actually think

that Roland could massage her feet.

When he stood up without touching them, she smiled, the words | knew it foamed on her lips. But they dried up

quickly when he picked up a bottle of rose oil from the table and sat down next to her.

He lifted her legs, planting her feet on his lap, he applied a generous amount of oil to his hands and started the

foot massage.

"You don’t have to do this, | was joking." Sigrid tried to pull her feet away.

Roland pulled them back with strength, "Stop struggling, this is the least | can do for you, after all you are

carrying my child. In a few months, we will have a little one running around."

His face lit up, he couldn't wait for the child to be born. Seeing his joy that cfrom great expectations made

Sigrid feel guilty. Maybe Cosmos had been right, she should not have shared the news with him.

She shook her head slowly, the purpose of her mission could not be forgotten. Roland needed to know about the

child as did the king. They needed to anticipate the child's arrival so that when the tcame, the Ye family

would go down for the murder of a royal heir.

Sigrid took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face. "A little one running around, don’t we have Sunny for

that?"

The dog was already in the room with them even now, it had followed them on the tour through the village, held

on a leash by one of the knights. When they returned, it ate, was given a bath and now it was napping on a

doggy bed next to the fire place in their bedroom.

Lanai had opened the door for it and it had marched in as if it owned the bedroom. Sigrid had already

surrendered, she could not add Sunny to the list of enemies she had to fight.

"Sunny doesn’t count, he is a dog." Roland replied. He looked at the newspaper which she had been flipping

through lazily without actually reading any of the content. "The front page is covering miss Emmah, she was

burned by hot soup but rescued Lysander Windrider in the fire your mother was responsible for. She is being

hailed as a heroine. Your mother must be in shock, she did not see this coming."

Sigrid had been pondering on that fire and its consequences too. "It had positive and negative outcomes, on one

hand the main house burned down, the wedding ended up being a disaster, the groom's leg was broken and his

father wants to sue the prminister and we can see that Emmah’s luck is not as strong as it used to be.

If her lucky artifact was at its strongest, that pot of soup would have magically spilled the other way and burned

someone else.

On the other hand, her luck is still working actively. She may have suffered an injury but she has enhanced her

reputation of being a heroine. | don’t know if | should celebrate or curse."

Roland passed his fingers through the small gaps between her toes and Sigrid giggled. Never before had she

discovered that she had a ticklish spot on her feet.

"I have been informed that one side of her face was actually burned badly and it cannot be treated by ordinary

doctors. The mage estate and the king are being hounded by nobles and commoners to provide medicine that

will heal her. The prminister actually requested that my father give them sfairy dew because he got a

recipe from his consort. It's as if they don’t know the king, my father is a selfish man, the more they push him

the angrier he becomes."

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She had access to the bank, fairy dew was like water to them. They probably had an entire lake filled with the

magical elixir.

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"We can pour it on the grasslands after bathing." She suggested lightly.

Roland tilted his head to the right, it

actually sounded like a good idea.

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was once again okay with the idea of

taking a bath in fairy dew. His wife

had a lot, they were simply using a

little and it would be wasted

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"Make sure that we take that bath together." He looked at her keenly.

She nodded and closed her eyes, relaxing as she enjoyed the massage more and more. Roland's technique was

not actually bad.

"Where did you learn to do this? You are a prince, this skill set is too good to be something you learned to serve

others." She could not picture the royal prince running around as a professional foot masseuse.

"I learned it on the battle field, its a technique that can be used to treat swollen or injured soldier's legs. |

learned from the doctors, | had no idea that it would cin handy after | got a wife." he smiled proudly. "How

are you going to proceed now that Miss Emmah is famous for a good reason?"