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Schemes Of A Flower

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

Xiziqing · General
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Chapter 104 (2 updates)_1

Hua Yan was a novice, and the act had not lasted long, yet it happened twice more. Her constitution was frail to begin with; naturally, she couldn't bear it.

As Yun Chi watched her fall into a deep sleep almost instantly, his heart was filled with both guilt and tenderness. He thought to himself how the self-restraint he had honed for twenty years since childhood had, in her presence, dissipated like clouds, fruitlessly scattered by the wind.

Suddenly, he found himself at a loss, heaving a sigh as he held his forehead before getting up to take a cloth. After cleaning himself and dressing properly, he used the cloth to gently wipe down Hua Yan.

Marks riddled Hua Yan's body, scarcely an inch left untouched, all branded with the imprint of plum blossoms by him. He watched with a mixture of satisfaction and heartache, particularly at one area that was rather swollen and disheveled, cursing himself while he tended to it.