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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 20 Sleeping in the Same Bed_1

Little Zhongzi left the Marquis Residence, and as he stepped out of the mansion gate, a gust of wind blew, revealing that his back was already drenched in sweat. He stomped his foot, quietly cursing that this errand was indeed no pleasant task. Butler Fu did not wish to come and suffer this ordeal, and had dragged him to endure it instead, truly as if he had taken a walk through the Gate of Hell.

He trudged back to the Eastern Palace with a heavy head, and upon hearing that Yun Chi was still in the Phoenix West Garden, he reluctantly went to report back.

Qiuyue had already been helped back to her room by Maid Fang, where the wine cups and dishes had been tidied up long ago. Hua Yan was lying on the bed, still unconscious. Yun Chi sat by the bedside, absentmindedly playing with her tangled black hair that had become disheveled in his arms during her struggles earlier.