When Yang Qi saw the look in Flower Mildcloud’s eyes, he couldn’t help but blurt, “Idiot!”

“You!” she said, glaring at him. Then she looked away coolly. “You’re not nearly as attractive as Zilin. The empress definitely won’t be asking you to be a consort anytime soon.”

Yang Qi laughed. “You think I want to be a consort? Even if Empress Joyflower herself offered to be my handmaiden, I would refuse. Eventually, I'm going to turn all the women from the Joyflower Palace into slaves. Including you.”

“Uh....” Flower Mildcloud shivered as she suddenly recalled her current situation. Although Yang Qi was helping her advance her cultivation, she was still completely under his control. And he was advancing ten times faster than she was. If things continued progressing as they were right now, it would eventually reach the point where her cultivation base couldn’t possibly compare with his.

A moment passed, and she simply sat down quietly and closed her eyes to work on cultivation.

Eyeing her, Yang Qi sent out a canopy...