"Mediocre. I wouldn't eat it if we have the imperial chef here," the Empress responded faintly with a straight face. "Such rustic cooking with ingredients from the wild—it is not good for presentation, but perhaps only suitable to fill one's stomach."

She knew that Yvette wanted to fish compliments for Darryl.

However, the harder Yvette tried, the more the Empress had resisted Darryl, especially when she thought about the Emperor's death.

Ugh!

Yvette felt dejected when she heard that. However, she also winked at Darryl to tell him that he should not take her mother's words to heart.

Darryl did not mind it. He merely smiled and continued his meal with Yvette.

After that, Yvette said softly, "We have been traveling all day, Darryl. Let's rest early."

"Very well."

Then, Darryl went out to find some hay, and Yvette laid them into three small beds.

Darryl took the time to restore his internal energy. After that, Darryl was about to lie down on the hay to sleep.

"Hey,