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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 123 (Second Update)_1

This episode made Hua Yan feel that today's banquet dish of red lotus braised goose wasn't very easy to digest; however, she's always had a robust appetite and was able to stomach even the indigestible. Therefore, after Shu Tangjiao ran off, she continued to sip her tea as usual.

Caiqing hastily refilled Hua Yan's cup with fresh tea.

Qiuyue put away her angry gaze, thinking to herself that her young mistress had once again demonstrated her imposing presence silently and beautifully. That was how it should be—since the Crown Prince had declared that he would cherish and adore her for a lifetime, she couldn't afford to be polite to other women.

The room fell into dead silence, all eyes fixated on her.

What Hua Yan feared the least was the gaze and scrutiny of others; thus, she remained serene and composed, giving the impression as if the preceding events had never occurred.