Feng Qingyang’s expression changed subtly upon hearing Li Cheng’s words.
The Vase Beauty was indeed a spirit monster, but her appearance was truly enchanting.
Most importantly, she was a Vase Beauty, easily manipulated like an ornament, and wouldn’t expose the secret that he might no longer be capable.
Unlike the other concubines, who were often not discreet with their words, if he sought relief with them and it became known that he was no longer capable, this matter would quickly leak out.
By then, the dignity of him as an emperor would be utterly lost.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang quickly nodded to Li Cheng and then whispered, "Then bring her here!"
After all, with special means restraining her, she would have no chance of escaping.
Seeing Feng Qingyang agree, Li Cheng immediately bowed his head deeply, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will handle it right away." Li Cheng’s voice carried a hint of a relieved chuckle.
Soon, the large vase, along with the beauty inside it, was brought over.
After this period of torment, the beauty inside the vase was like a peony battered by wind and rain, appearing somewhat frail and weary.
But in Feng Qingyang’s eyes, her current appearance struck a chord deep within him.
So what if she was a fairy?
Under heaven, is there any land not the king’s territory? This vast realm was all his; could he not handle a mere spirit creature?
Moreover, her delicate and pitiful state incited in him an uncontrollable desire to ravage.
With this thought, Feng Qingyang immediately approached the peony spirit inside the vase and signaled Li Cheng to have the other eunuchs and palace maids withdraw from the hall.
Li Cheng grinned with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, nodded, and then sternly ordered everyone to leave.
But he himself did not leave and remained in the hall, waiting for Feng Qingyang’s command.
Feng Qingyang swiftly reached the Vase Beauty, clearly seeing the fright and tears on her face.
What did this emperor want to do to her?
His gaze was terrifying!
At this moment, Feng Qingyang stepped forward and pinched her face, then narrowed his eyes.
The next instant, his nose detected a floral scent.
This floral scent instantly made Feng Qingyang’s gaze grow more fervent, and he immediately leaned toward the peony spirit’s lips.
The peony spirit was initially very afraid, after all, the man before her was the Son of Heaven, protected by dragon aura, such a person, even as a mere mortal man, was an arch-enemy to spirit monsters like her.
To approach a man of this level, she would inevitably be scorched by his dragon aura.
But what took the peony spirit by surprise was that when Feng Qingyang neared her and did some inappropriate things, she not only did not sense any threat or get burned by the dragon aura but instead felt a miraculous power rushing towards her.
She was able to absorb the other’s energy!
Moreover, with this power, she even felt the suppressive power of the talisman weakening significantly.
In an instant, the peony spirit stopped screaming or displaying any unease, allowing Feng Qingyang to do as he pleased.
After all, she suffered no loss.
What Feng Qingyang failed to notice was that after this encounter, his complexion immediately turned ashen, resembling an elderly man nearing death, lacking much vitality.
Yet at this moment, he was still proud of being able to dominate women.
Little did he know, he was one step closer to the gate of hell.