The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 340: The mourning of Lady Jane

For someone whose ball was being whispered about as a beautiful failure in the news, Sigrid had rather a serene

smile on her face. Unlike all of her servants and the people around her that were trembling, worried that she

would explode at any moment, she was in a great mood.

She was in such a great mood that she ate a lot at breakfast before heading to the Fairfax manor, to call on the

family of the late Lady Jane Fairfax.

When their car pulled up outside the gates, bells on the watchtowers of the manor were tolling a mournful peal.

A mixture of cars and carriages were waiting in line to enter the gates. Those that could not stand the wait were

walking into the gates on foot.

All of the nobles that chad grim looks on their faces. Sof them had not cto morn but rather

confirm for themselves the sordid details of her death. The news claimed that she had been stabbed in the heart

with a pen by her stepdaughter Emmah Fairfax.

It was such a terrible thing to happen that it clouded all the news on the ball, with the exception of Emmah’s

appearance and her scandal. She was more famous than she had ever been before and she would be

remembered forever in Eldoria’s history, after all, she was the first noble daughter to stab her mother in the

heart.

She was now a fugitive, a wanted woman. Her pictures were in every newspaper and her face was shown on

television every after a program.

A handsreward of one thousand gold had been offered by Lord Derrick Fairfax for any information that led to

her successful capture. It was another reason why there were many mourners at the Fairfax estate, all sorts of

people were showing up to trade information and collect the bounty.

Sigrid and Roland passed the mourners, exchanging glances and small words of condolence.

"Sorry for your loss." People said to them. "It is a pity." Others said as she tried to shake the hands of the royal

couple.

It all confused Roland. He was not count Fairfax or Lady Jane's husband or son. Why was it his loss?

Sigrid on the other hand responded to them with the briefest of words. "Yes, such a pity. Truly a shame. She will

be missed."

Her words held no truth as she was not close to Lady Jane and she personally would not miss the woman. Like

everyone else there, she was not just armed with condolences but scandalous memories of Lady Jane as well.

The greatest two being her fight with Lady Percival at the Bachelor's auction ball and when she fought Emmah

and fell over, exposing her undergarments.

Others had even more scandalous memories than that, especially those that had known Lady Jane for many

years.

Inside the house, in the drawing room, Count Fairfax was holding court with a few nobles, talking about the

incompetence of the police for failing to apprehend Emmah right away.

He had also blamed the hospital for not saving Lady Jane quick enough. He conveniently left out the fact that she

had been discovered thirty minutes after Emmah had long escaped. By that time, she had bled out and her body

was turning cold.

The count had also blamed the mages, claiming that if mages worked in hospitals, they would have saved her.

But mages were not doctors and there were not enough of them to be allocated to hospitals.

Even if one had been there, what could he or she have done for the dead Lady Jane? They could not resurrect the

dead.

Meanwhile, Lord Derrick Fairfax --stoic, red eyed and stinking of an ale cologne--stood by a window, visibly

overwhelmed. But it was not by grief, but by the blwhich his father had laid at his feet.

If he had not gone out and slept with the wrong woman, he would not have birthed a bastard daughter that killed

his wife. In fact, there was an even shorter route to the blame. If he had not brought Emmah into the Fairfax

family, his wife would not be dead today. His children had made that more than clear.

Shortly after that, they threw out the rest of his bastard children with ssilver coins for each and sent them

off to live on the family property in the village. Those that wished to stay in the capital were in their own.

He could hear the whispers about his wife. Everyone had a story to tell about her.

"She was a very good drinker." Lady Percival, Jane's long tfrenemy said, flaunting her newest velvet cloak

and fake tears. "We were such good friends and we shared a lot of good wine in the last month. Misty Sherry was

her favorite wine. | brought swithto give poor Lord Derrick."

Poor Lord Derrick sent a side eye to Lady Percival, eyeing the crystal wine bottle she was showing off to

everyone. Misty Sherry tasted like piss and his dead wife would never be caught drinking it. The swent for

him.

"Do you remember the tshe called Lady Troll-bridge a troll?" Someone asked.

"Oh yes we all do, the fight which followed was wild. She was not afraid to throw her fists when she wanted to

make a point."

"| cannot believe that she is going to miss the second season of the dark rise of Lady Blanche. She loved that

series so much."

"She always called herself a Blanche in the making."

"And sometimes she was a Somerset."

"Does anyone recall when she was so drunk that she used Lord Benton's toupee as a handkerchief?"

"Or when she called Prince Benjamin a a handsfart."

People giggled.

In the midst of giggles, someone started to sob. It was true she had been a menace to many, but now that she

was dead, her ridiculousness and insufferable ways almost seemed tolerable. Many were thinking that they

would miss them.

A few servants cby with trays of egg sandwiches, teas and juice. Most of the guests were glad for

something to eat.

Lady Underwood, a nine three year old woman that had known Lady Jane's mother sang a song that Lady Jane

had loved in life, "The last toast to trouble."

Her voice nearly made Sigrid wince. It was a gravelly blend of wheezing sick cat against screeching out of tune

violin. Nobody stopped Lady Underwood however, and many joined her.

As the song was about to cto an end and Lady Underwood hit an impossible high note, Roland whispered a

question to Sigrid. "So why do you suppose Emmah did it?"