The Emperor got angrier and angrier as he bellowed, "Yvette, no matter how much you like Darryl, he is dead now. You have to give up on him. Obey my will dutifully and wait for the martial arts tournament. Then, live happily ever after with your Prince Consort."

After that, the Emperor strode out of the bedchamber.

"Darryl!"

Yvette looked painfully up at the night sky outside the palace. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably; she