The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 173: A tea party worthy of gods.

Chapter 173: A tea party worthy of gods.

The Ye family estate was nestled within two sprawling hills that were lush with flowers in spring and summer. It was one of the grandest castles in Eldoria and this was attributed to the fact that the family had been wealthy for generations. They had started out as ordinary magic stone miners and transitioned into mine owners.

They contributed a lot of wealth during the reign of King Acribald Maximus, which was how they got their noble title and took a leap from ordinary wealthy commoners to wealthy nobles. The castle they lived in had also been a gift from the king, something that they took great pride in.

That castle and estate had been transformed into a dazzling floral wonderland as the Ye family hosted Blythe Ye’s tea party that had been predicted to be greater than the ball Sigrid had thrown. The day had arrived and carriages were lined up, going all the way to the streets of the city as nobles and a few lucky commoners that had been invited made their way onto the estate.

Blossom trees had been transported from the outer edges of the Mystic grove forest, rows of the blossoms were lined up from the entrance to the gardens. Their petals fell like gentle pink snow, mixed in with the light drizzle of rain which had been diverted by a spell cast by a mage they had hired.

The drizzles did not fall on any part of the grounds where the guests were. They actually looked like a decoration and the guests were already in love with it. Crystal cameras were flashing in every direction as the ladies especially posed for pictures by the blossom trees with their bonnets and hats flying in the wind.

The pink petals also formed a carpet on the cobblestone path over which the guests past and made their way into a very large tent in the gardens. The tent had been decorated exquisitely, crystal chandeliers hung from trees, casting a glittering light on the decorative rainbow magic balls which sat in the middle of every table.

In the middle of the gardens, also covered by the tent was the frozen pond from which light wind was being emitted. A string quartet sat on their chairs in the middle of the pond, their music blending effortlessly with the chirping of exotic songbirds. Men and women were taken up by the exotic birds, offering high amounts to purchase them from the Ye’s.

Luxuriously dressed servants in uniforms embroidered with golden threads glided through the throngs, carrying trays of rare teas that Blythe had acquired from merchants and travelers all over the world. She had even got her hands on enchanted tea leaves from the mage estate and the most expensive coffee powders sold at Sigrid’s cafe.

Blythe had not gone all out just for the tea, she had given as much attention to the delicacies that accompanied the tea. Tables were groaning under the weight of sugar sculptures from the Thorin candy shop and delicate pastries from the mage estate.

Guests were losing their minds over the macarons dusted with edible gold and crystal cakes that looked like glass but happened to be softer than bread. The guests lined up eagerly to get a taste of the crystal cakes and partake in the novelty of taking pictures with the small fragile cake in hand.

Blythe Ye had been right, the tea party was better than the ball in some ways, it was more exquisite and almost royal. The Ye’s were dressed to display their wealth, dripping in gold, diamonds, rubies and emeralds. They were not shy to show off their recent boost in wealth.

At the heart of the party, the host Lady Blythe Ye, presided like a princess in a luxury gown of silken red and gold. Her diamond necklace caught the light with every gentle sway of her head. She was twenty two and unmarried, men flocked to her like flies to honey.

The choice of gold in her dress was deliberate, she wanted to be compared to Sigrid who had donned a golden gown at her ball.

Mauve was not shy about sharing this fact and more. "She copied your dress and deliberately included gold because she wants people to make comparisons. Even the flower crown in her hair is similar to the one you wore on your wedding. I have never seen someone try so hard to stand out. I say gold doesn’t suit her, she is too tan to pull it off."

Sigrid responded by chuckling gently and patting Mauve’s hand to make her keep her cool.

Mauve was burning hot, not ready to cool off. "Those crystal cakes are mine by the way? Her mother paid three thousand gold to mine for the recipe. But is Blythe giving me credit, no!! She is too happy to tell everyone that everything here was her idea." She snorted and pinched a crystal cake until it crumbled. If she had magic, it would have vanished.

Mauve was gearing up to make another complaint when the crowd hushed all at once. This was because a new guest arrived and she was dressed to challenge the host of the party.

It was Emmah, she arrived in a red qipao, with a black faux fur and a round shaped embroidered fan that she was holding over the bottom half of her face. In her hair were gold hair clips in the shape of leaves, they dangled down beautifully.

Half of the men that had been attracted to Blythe found their way to Emmah, as did

"Shit!! she really decided to go for it." Sigrid muttered under her breath, with a wide grin on her face. Emmah had even taken it a step further, she had somehow found a way to make high heels and officially debut them.

Her boldness had been taken a step further, the qipao had two slits on the side coming to just above her knees. If the masses had been scandalized before by the pictures of her in the paper and the video on TV, then this would send them into shock.

Lysander Windrider was standing behind her like a loyal knight as was the third prince, who was beside her.

"I thought Blythe was bad but now here comes another contender for the prize." Mauve muttered.

Sigrid was watching the lucky halo on Halo’s head which only had about forty percent of its original strength left. It was sending out golden bursts of energy in different directions. They were like little arrows, shooting into the heads of the guests.

They were magical because rather than criticize Emmah, eighty percent of the guests were admiring her and taking pictures of her.

Only a handful of people were not impressed and one was the host of the tea party who wanted all the attention on herself. She had had a dreadful feeling that Lady Emmah Windrider would be on the front page of the paper the following day and she would not.