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!