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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 22 (2 updates)_1

The Hua Family of Lin'an was a mystery, and Hua Yan was a deeper mystery within.

Yun Chi could neither see through nor decipher the things hidden at the bottom of Hua Yan's heart, or perhaps within her soul, but that did not prevent him from understanding her. He felt that Hua Yan was a person who was very simple and yet contradictory in a complicated way, but this simplicity and complexity made her very charming, like a poisonous herb that, once touched, would enter the heart and spleen without any antidote.

Ever since he could remember, he had been taught how to be a good Crown Prince and how to be a good Emperor in the future. In the nearly twenty years he had walked his path, standing loyally in the storm of power, he had seen many people of all shapes and colors. Some were respectful, some cautious, some abject, some fearful... but none were like Hua Yan.