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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 28 (Second Update)_1

Ye Xiangming clutched her arm, feeling a piercing pain that suggested she might lose the use of the limb for good.

The two maids who always attended her were in a panic, screaming, "Quick, go summon the Imperial Physician!"

Someone dashed off immediately.

Ye Xiangming's face was ashen, her eyes glaring fiercely at Lu Zhiling as she shouted, "Summon someone, go report to the Crown Prince..."

Before she could finish, an elder with white hair and beard leaped out from the crowd carrying a medicine chest, interrupting loudly, "Princess, this old man has some medical skills, may I assist in treating your injury?"

Hearing him, Ye Xiangming paused and looked at the old man.

He tottered as he walked, nearly staggering with each hurried step, and when he reached Ye Xiangming, he looked at her arm and said with palpable alarm, "Princess, this sword wound seems extremely serious. By the time the Imperial Physician arrives, it might be too late. If the arm is ruined, it's for life."