When Darryl entered the garden, he saw the Empress sitting on the chair with a few maids serving her gingerly.

A few officials sat at a tea table on the side, reciting poems. The Empress loved art, chess, music, poetry, and songs, so she would always invite some civil officials for a poem recital.

All the officials stared at Darryl as he walked in.

Darryl walked straight in and bowed to the Empress. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

The Empress was smiling as she looked at Darryl and said gently,