The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 1822

“Woola…”

The incident happened suddenly such that neither Darryl, Yang Jian nor the others could not react in time as they gasped and fell into the crater.

On the other side of Westrington!

The Imperial Sky Palace in the Royal City.

The Imperial Sky Palace was where the Westrington Emperor dealt with court affairs and received foreign ambassadors. It was elegant, majestic, and magnificent.

The Imperial Sky Palace used to be a serious place. However, it was extremely festive on that day.

At that moment, a feast was being held in the Imperial Sky Palace with their officials dressed up and sitting around. They were celebrating together with the Westrington Emperor who was on his throne. It was a lively and pleasant atmosphere.

That was right, it was an important holiday for Westrington on that day as it was the Great Crystal Festival—an equivalent of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Therefore, the Westrington Emperor will hold a huge banquet every year on that day.

The banquet was held at the Imperial Sky Palace that year.

At that moment, Donoghue Dixon was in an embroidered brocade robe at the head of the officials’ seat—sitting relaxedly there. The Officials would come over to toast to him from time to time. However, he rarely lifted his glass while maintaining a high and mighty posture.

He was highly respected in Westrington as the Prime Minister—only below one man but above thousands. Other than the Westrington Emperor, Donoghue did not respect anyone else.

Next to Donoghue was a petite figure with exquisite facial features who had a great body. However, her expressions were cold with hints of melancholy in between her eyebrows.

She was Darryl’s godmother, Susan Creek.

Susan had been locked up in the Prime Minister Residence ever since Donoghue brought her to Westrington. However, Donoghue suddenly insisted on bringing Susan along to the banquet as it was the Great Crystal Festival on that day.

Susan as a captive had no freedom of choice and could only follow along.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Donoghue smiled ambiguously at Susan right at this moment. “Such a festive scene, why are you sulking? Come, pour some wine and drink with me.”