The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 239: You are stupid.

Emmah was not aware that she was being plotted against. She was thinking about her next steps as she had been pushed against the wall, if she did not go back with him, she would have no choice to return to Mr. Bumblebart and he disgusted her so much that she would rather cut her throat than sleep with him again.

Also, with the news out there circulating about their father-daughter relationship. She would be humiliated if the Fairfax’s did not recognize her. No matter what, she was a Fairfax and she deserved to live a life of luxury as a noble lady so there was only one path to take.

"Yes." she looked into his eyes with resolve and responded clearly.

Lord Fairfax lowered his eyes to the menu looked through it and made his lunch choices. Then he made a phone call and placed his order. "Order for some food, it seems like we have a lot to discuss." he told Emmah.

She did as told and then raised her eyes to meet his. When she was preparing to say something, the door was opened. A waitress brought in the starter dishes and Lord Fairfax’s favorite wine.

The sound of dogs barked was overheard just before the door was closed and privacy returned to them.

Lord Fairfax’s eyes kept on the door, he showed a modicum of disgust. "If it was not for the food and ambience, I would not step foot in this place. Everyday, the crown prince’s dogs are brought over for special meals. Does this restaurant cater to humans or dogs?"

Emmah took a sip of red wine from the glass, her face wrinkled in distaste. The taste did not agree with her but she faked a smile and pretended to like it. She had decided to look at this meeting the way one viewed a business meeting, she was selling and Lord Fairfax was buying. She had no choice but to please the buyer.

It pleased Lord Fairfax to see Emmah forcing herself herself to drink the wine. He decided that she could be tamed. "How is your relationship with the crown prince?"

He used a spoon to drink some starry night soup, a shimmering broth made from carrots, onions, and potatoes with a pinch of enchanted salt that caused tiny glowing stars too rise to the surface. With every small sip, one’s stomach warmed up and their mind gained clarity.

Emmah mimicked his action, setting aside the wine and picking up a spoon to drink some soup. She hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I am familiar with him."

Lord Fairfax placed the spoon on a small plate and dabbed at his lips. The look on his face was unreadable but Emmah could tell that he was not satisfied with her answer and he made it clear with his next words.

"That does not provide much insight into your relationship I am afraid. You need to be clearer if you expect me to lend a hand to you girl."

Emmah clenched her jaw, not appreciating being referred to as girl. It felt like belittlement but she swallowed it and replied, "I saved his life, which his is grateful for but we are not very close. The crown princess does not like me because some people suggested that I be made his secondary wife.

She has gone out of her way to muddy my image and name in front of the entire royal family. I am lucky however that the Princess Thalassa and Prince Benjamin find me likeable and we are very close." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Lord Fairfax tapped the plate with his spoon slowly for half a minute, not a word fell from his mouth. During that time, Emmah felt as if she was dancing on the edge of a sharp knife. She was sweating through her dress, urging Lord Fairfax to make a decision quickly and end her misery.

"What is the status of your relationship with Prince Benjamin? It is widely known that he is courting you but courtship does not always end in marriage. Will he be marrying you or will you end up as his mistress?" he asked.

"He intends to marry me." She said with confidence.

A man that had saved her life at the expense of his father’s his love for her was obviously great. He had spoken of plans to marry her in future.

"Is this your opinion or have these words come from his mouth?" he asked her.

"He has said them to me more than once and he intended to have only me as his wife but some things changed which resulted in him deciding to have two wives. No member of the royal family, male or female does not marry for power. Ben...." she paused after the deliberate mistake, "pardon me, Prince Benjamin is the same. By the order of the king, he is to find a befitting wife. Unless I become a titled lady, there is no hope of me becoming his first or only wife."

Lord Fairfax nodded. "What are his intentions for the throne?"

Emmah blinked and pulled back with hesitance. On this subject, it was best to tread carefully. "I cannot speak with authority on that subject. Right now the king is ill, such speculations are best left unmentioned."

A snort came from Lord Fairfax’s nose.

"It is too bad that you are not as lucky as the Rosewood girl. Everyone found her odd but then she became a lady-in-waiting, awakened her magic and now she has many suitors. Even the Solandorian prince was said to be courting her before he decided to marry the princess." Lord Fairfax exhaled sadly.

He considered a Mauve a prize gem, one that could elevate her family. Emmah on the other hand, she was lacking in many ways and her reputation was risky. With all the time she had been spending with Benjamin, no sensible noble Lord would want to take her as his wife, everyone was certain that she had already been bedded by him.

Two waitresses returned with their lunch, they served the food and left.

As Lord Derrick Fairfax cut into his steak, he offered Emmah some advice. "You should interact more with other mages. All the mages that participated in the mine rescue have gained fame through the kingdom. Those that went to war are also going to gain fame and rewards.

You on the other hand, calling you a waste is too good for you. You are stupid--it is either that or you are simply too lazy to think about what is good for you. I do not have a use for stupid or lazy. From now on, you will follow my instructions, when I say go East, I expect you to go East.

If I find that Prince Benjamin is a waste, I will find you another suitable husband. When the time comes, I expect you to close your mouth and simply nod. Men do not need women that are too clever for their own good or talk too much. A woman’s mouth is only necessary when pleasing her husband in any way he desires. The sooner you learn that, the better for you."

Emmah struggled to control her breathing or else, she would end up stabbing her biological father in the neck with a fork.