When Darryl entered the garden, he saw the Empress sitting on the chair with a few maids serving her gingerly.

A few officials sat at a tea table on the side, reciting poems. The Empress loved art, chess, music, poetry, and songs, so she would always invite some civil officials for a poem recital.

All the officials stared at Darryl as he walked in.

Darryl walked straight in and bowed to the Empress. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

The Empress was smiling as she looked at Darryl and said gently, “You used the ant to tie the red thread at the main hall. Well done. I promised before that you would be rewarded if you succeeded.”

The Empress took a sip of her tea elegantly and smiled. “Tell me, what do you want as a reward?”

Darryl was overjoyed. Without a second thought, he said, “Your Majesty, can I ask for anything?”

Darryl’s eyes were full of desperation, but he could not help but size the Empress up.

The Empress was undeniably attractive. Her grace and sexiness with the aura of th