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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."

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Chapter 110 (1 update)_1

Ye Xiangming had been in a coma for several days, actually feeling weak throughout her body, but suddenly finding herself in an unfamiliar place, facing Tian Bujue, his face, which seemed cold and unapproachable, left her no choice but to stand up and follow him.

Exiting the room, there were green mountains and clear waters, rows of houses, and the fragrance of peach blossoms everywhere.

Ye Xiangming glanced around and knew this was not the Southwest Territory. In the Southwest, there were no places like this, and the peach blossoms there had long since withered, but here, as far as the eye could see, there were peach blossoms everywhere, their branches lush and fragrant with the scent carried by the wind.

These peach trees seemed unusual, the extraordinary fragrance of the blossoms vaguely carried a medicinal scent, clearly indicating that the trees were nourished by some sort of potion, likely blooming all year round without withering.