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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 35 Please Enter the Urn_1

In this room, Yun Chi, An Shuli, and Master De Yuan, all martial arts experts of the highest caliber, were present. Anyone under the heavens would believe that nobody had the ability to act surreptitiously under their watchful eyes.

Yun Chi had taken control of both of Hua Yan's hands, convinced that with his abilities, Hua Yan couldn't deceive him. Yet, these three fortune sticks right in front of them couldn't fool anyone's eyes.

He looked at Hua Yan's smiling face, which was as beautiful as a flower, and suddenly felt his blood surge with anger. His years of discipline vanished in an instant, as he stared at her fiercely for a moment before turning his head to Master De Yuan, his voice as deep as the ocean, "Master, what is this about? How can two identically inscribed sticks appear from a single tube?"