"Princess Long."

Darryl shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Even if I use all my might, it would be too difficult to reclaim the throne. A month is pretty tight, do you think you could—"

Quincy immediately interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"Don't try to buy yourself more time—one month. If you can't do it, then you are not worthy of being my husband," Quincy said coldly.

Darryl sighed helplessly. Quincy was not an easy woman to handle. After he pondered a few more moments, he was about to agree to her condition.

"Your Majesty!"

A eunuch walked forward quickly and spoke politely to the Empress. "A Westrington envoy is requesting to meet with you. He is currently waiting outside the main hall."

Hmm?

Everyone in the hall—the Empress, Darryl, or the other guests—were stunned.

It was such a coincidence! They had discussed if Darryl could reclaim his throne as the Westrington Emperor when the continent's envoy arrived.

The Empress snapped back to her senses. Sh