'Is he really Darryl?'

Yvette had drunk a lot of wine, and she was tipsy. She rubbed her tired eyes for fear that she might have mistaken.

'It's him!'

'It's really Darryl!'

Yvette's voice shook as she ran toward him quickly. "Darryl, you are here! You are finally here!"

Yvette burst into tears when she said that!

Darryl also had mixed feelings when he saw Yvett's excitement. He was heartbroken when he realized that she had lost weight again in just half a month after they last saw each other. Darryl opened his arms and pulled Yvette into an embrace.

"Princess!"

Sloan frowned and dashed forward to stand between them. She glared at Darryl. "How dare you! His Majesty has ordered us to arrest you, yet you dared to break into the palace! Are you here to surrender?"

Sloan flipped her hand, and a Tang Sword appeared in her hand as intense internal energy gushed from her body!

Darryl did not fluster; instead, he grinned wolfishly at Sloan. "Well, what do you want to do?"