The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 1378

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 said?"

Darryl sighed as he looked at the Empress solemnly. "Your Majesty, I've explained how we can save Summer. We can still save her now, but I won't be able to say the same when it's too late!"

Then, Darryl retreated to the side with an indifference on his face.

Darryl had broken his arms, and he could not be bothered to meddle in the affair. However, he knew that Summer was a kind-hearted girl, and he could not bear to see her lose her life in her prime.

Hmm…

The Empress frowned; she hesitated.

She also believed that Darryl had spoken nonsense. However, after she thought about it thoroughly, she knew that he was not a jackass. Darryl was the Elysium Gate's Sect Master and the South Cloud's Prince Consort.

The Empress pondered about that before she raised her hand. "Go! Move Summer in the sun and prepare some cinnabar."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Prince Consort's suggestion was quite intriguing, but would it work?

Quincy stopped talking. She was unspeakably depressed and irritable.

If Darryl's method failed, she would be embarrassed. After all, Darryl was her Prince Consort.

"Mmm..."

Just as Quincy struggled with hopelessness, she heard Summer groaned softly.

What?

Was that a sign that Summer would wake up?

Did what Doctor Soros thought impossible happened with the Prince Consort's method?