Darryl stood there. He felt like his effort had been wasted, as the saying went—a dead mouse would feel no cold.

"Summer has died from drowning, yet you come up with this feng shui gibberish! What nonsense! Get out of here!" Quincy's face became more distorted with anger.

Someone chuckled after Quincy said that. Soon, there was a fit of laughter from the crowd. They were surprised that the Prince Consort had such a miserable status in the imperial family; how everyone looked down on him!

Doctor Soros smiled at Darryl. "Prince Consort, in all fairness, you are smart to use ants to bring the red string through the loop. I admire your intelligence from the bottom of my heart. However, when it comes to medical skills, I really can't agree with what you said!"

'What a joke!'

'Summer died because she drowned, yet Darryl claimed that it was related to feng shui.'

'Nonsense!'

The Empress studied Darryl; she had mixed feelings about it. "Darryl, is there any truth to what you s