Darryl felt relieved. It seemed that the Empress was so drunk that she had mistaken him for the spirit of the late Emperor.

Darryl swallowed as he hugged the Empress.

‘No, this isn’t right. I’ll be in big trouble if the Empress sobers up later,’ he thought as he struggled to release himself from the Empress’ embrace so that he could leave.

The Empress hugged Darryl’s waist even tighter, interlocking all her fingers. There was no way for him to release himself at all. Actually, Darryl could activate his internal energy and shake the Empress away, but he did not dare do so.

“Dear, why aren’t you talking?” the Empress finally spoke as she pressed her face against Darryl’s chest. “You’ve been gone for months now. Don’t you miss me? You have nothing to say to me?”

Darryl could only cough and broke out in a cold sweat as he heard those words. The wheels in his mind were turning.

He cleared his throat and attempted to mimic the tone of a middle-aged man as he spoke, “My dear, of cours