The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 158: Yes husband.

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 I 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 I get rid of the old and bring in the new?"

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

"I want the sun." she joked.

"Yes ma’am."

"I want the stars."

"Yes ma’am."

"I 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 I 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, I was joking." Sigrid tried to pull her feet away.

Roland pulled them back with strength, "Stop struggling, this is the least I 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 came from 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 time came, 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 prime minister 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. I don’t know if I 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 prime minister actually requested that my father give them some fairy 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."

"I can see why, after all even with a recipe, it takes a lot to create one drop of fairy dew. The king has only two small bottles of the magic elixir and he is saving them for personal use." Sigrid commented. "I on the other hand have a lot of that stuff, I could take a bath in fairy dew and still have a gallon left over."

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

Roland slapped one of her feet lightly and she curled it. "Ouch." she whined.

"We could have taken a bath in fairy dew and you didn’t tell me this!" he complained. His mind was thinking over the words as he said them and he regretted it as soon as he finished his sentence. "Goodness me! you have ruined me Sigrid, I have become one of those nobles that fall prey to the vice of wastage. Fairy dew is precious, how can we waste it by bathing in it and pouring it out?"

"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. The grass would become magical and this would improve the quality of his horses. Within a few seconds, he 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 afterwards. It was a win-win situation as his wife liked to say.

"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. I learned from the doctors, I had no idea that it would come in handy after I got a wife." he smiled proudly. "How are you going to proceed now that Miss Emmah is famous for a good reason?"