The Empress wanted Darryl and the Princess to get married as soon as possible.
'What?'
'A wedding in ten days?'
'That is way too fast!'
Quincy shook her head anxiously. "Sister, isn't that too soon? No, absolutely not ten days later!"
"Too soon?"
The Empress frowned slightly and smiled. "You and Darryl are already together. Do you really think that it's too soon for a wedding? Quincy, you are the eldest princess. You should consider our royal family's reputation. You've lived with Darryl for half a month now; what would people think if you keep delaying the wedding?"
"I—" Quincy blushed. It was true that she had lived in the same bedchamber with Darryl, but nothing happened between the two of them.
Quincy was depressed as she thought of what to say, but the Empress simply waved her hand. "Okay, let's just decide to do it then. Darryl is very knowledgeable and talented. I'm happy that you've found such a good match. You may go now; I want to rest!"
Quincy was unable to refute after the Empress appeared so determined. She left the Wyndon Hall; she felt so discouraged.
Quincy was upset when she was back in her bedchamber.
'How can I marry Darryl in only ten days?'
'No way!'
'I will never marry that b*stard!'
Just as she felt irritable, she saw Darryl stretched as he walked out of the room.
"Hey? Why are you frowning? Did you encounter a problem with the cultivation?" Darryl asked as he leaned forward with a smile when he noticed Quincy's expression.
"Get lost!" Quincy shouted. She stared at Darryl fiercely; she wished she could kill him immediately.
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