Chapter 1567

The civil and military officials knelt and shouted in unison.

Lord Kenny stood up slowly and strode out of the hall.

When he reached the back bedchamber entrance, a smile crept onto his face.

A slender figure with a beautiful face sat quietly on the soft and exquisite bed. She looked sad and troubled; tears

had welled in her eyes.

It was Monica.

Lord Kenny approached her slowly.

Then, Lord Kenny stretched his hand out and pinched Monica’s chin. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.

“My dear, I will issue an imperial decree to crown you as my Empress tomorrow, you—”

Before Lord Kenny could finish speaking, Monica pushed him away, shook her head and said, “Your Majesty, please

let me go. You know that I only have Darryl in my heart. We’re not fated—”

Monica looked sorrowful and miserable when she said that.

Darryl had been severely injured, and she did not have any news about his condition.

Her heart ached even more when her son, Ambrose, had stood with Lord Kenny instead of with her.

Lord Kenny’s expression changed dramatically after he heard Monica. He might not be comparable to Darryl when

he was only a prince in the past.

How could he be worse than Darryl when he was already the supreme Emperor?

The atmosphere in the bedchamber was extremely grim and bleak.

A few seconds later, Lord Kenny took a deep breath. Then, he laughed and said, “My dear, it seems that you’ll

never forget Darryl. Well then, I won’t force you!”

Lord Kenny had a somber expression on his face when he said that.

Monica smiled and hurriedly bowed to him. “Thank you, Your Majesty. In that case, would you let me go—”

Tap!

Lord Kenny tapped on Monica’s acupoint without any warning at all.

Monica was startled; her body trembled, but she had stopped moving. She was shocked and angry as she glowered

at Lord Kenny. “Your Majesty, what are you… what are you doing?”

“My dear.” Lord Kenny took a long breath. “I’ve treated you very well when I was only a prince. I’ve never forced

you to do anything and treated your child like my own.

“I lost the prince title for you and was hunted down by my family. Have you any idea of how I’ve lived in the past ten

years?

“My dear, you have never thought about me. You only have Darryll in your heart. Why don’t you think about it

carefully? Where was Darryl when you were in trouble? I am now the supreme Emperor; how am I inferior to him?”

Lord Kenny teared up when he said the last sentence.

“I—”

Monica shuddered. She was embarrassed and at a loss for words.

Lord Kenny was right. He had been very kind to Monica, but she only had feelings for Darryl. That was not fair to

Lord Kenny, but how could love be measured with gratefulness?

“My dear…” Lord Kenny walked toward her slowly. “Ten years ago, you were never really mine, and I regret that so

much. You’re the love of my life. My dear, I really love you. I love you so much that I can give up my life for you!

Today, let me be wilful, and I will spend my whole life making it up to you.”

Lord Kenny stretched out his hand and tugged.

Chuck!

He had managed to tore Monica’s long skirt off.

“Your Majesty! Stop it, stop it!”

Monica cried desperately; tears streamed incessantly from her eyes. She wanted to struggle, but her acupoint had

been sealed, and she could not even move a finger.

Monica closed her eyes as she sank into the sea of despair.

‘Darryl, where are you?’

‘Where are you?’