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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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670 Chs

Chapter 110 (Second Update)_1

Qiuyue subtly relayed Hua Yan's command to the spy, who, although shocked, still dutifully and promptly carried out Hua Yan's order without delay.

Three days later, the residence of Marquis of Wuwei's Young Master had an unexpected guest—an insignificant-looking dark-skinned boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with ordinary looks and a skinny frame that could easily be lost in a crowd.

He carried a large bundle on his back, weighing dozens of pounds, and under the broad daylight, he avoided the guards of the Marquis Residence and vaulted over the wall into Su Zizhan's courtyard.

As soon as he landed, Qing Hun's sword flashed out instantly, accompanied by a low shout, "Who's there?"

His sword moved much faster than his words.

The boy did a backward flip to dodge Qing Hun's sword and spoke at the same time, "Someone delivering life-saving medicine for your Young Master."