The peony spirit was utterly shocked within. What on earth was happening?
The old man in front of her, despite being somewhat shameless, was indeed the Emperor of Da Qin.
Yet now, she had actually managed to absorb some of the Emperor of Da Qin's essence.
Most importantly, this essence faintly contained a hint of purple aura, which was immensely significant to her.
Even the array inscribed within the vase that trapped her was loosening slightly due to her absorption of this trace of purple aura.
She was confident that if given a few more opportunities like this, she could break free from the array and gain freedom.
With that in mind, the peony spirit's courage grew a bit.
Looking at Feng Qingyang, her gaze was no longer filled with fear and disgust but suddenly brimmed with admiration and shyness.
"Your Majesty..." The peony spirit's voice was enchanting, enough to make anyone's bones tingle.
