Darryl smiled, but he did not respond.
Quincy was in a fit of anger.
Then, Quincy thought of something, and her eyes burned in a rage. She stared at Darryl. "It's that young general just now, isn't it? He seems to be the New World Prince, and I heard that he is your biological son. Is that why you let him go?"
"That's right!"
Darryl did not avoid the question. He nodded and admitted to it. He felt extremely bitter when he responded.
His son had treated him like an enemy. As a father, he felt woeful.
Quincy chuckled; her delicate face showed an unruly contemptuous look. She mocked him. "Your own son is against you. Darryl, you have truly failed in your life."
Darryl was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Your Highness, let's not talk about this. I've successfully resisted the North Moana Army's invasion. You would honor our bet, wouldn't you?"
Oh…
Quincy's lips quivered when she was prompted; her face flushed embarrassingly.
'What do I do now?'
She thought that Darryl was only a rascal who could never oppose Yang Jian's invasion. She did not expect that he would manage to do that. He even deployed an impressive formation that surprised the crowd.
'But there are so many people here, and Darryl's conditions were too bizarre. How can I agree with him?'
Quincy was reluctant to honor the bet—she was not willing to serve Darryl.
All the officials had their eyes focused on Quincy as if they anticipated what would happen next.
The princess had lost the bet with Darryl. Would she honor the bet?
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