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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 51 (1 Update)_1

After briefly discussing the plan with Su Zizhan, Hua Yan followed it to develop the details.

The first thing that needed to be established was the disaster relief charter.

The Hua Family's secret reports about the disaster situations in Fengcheng and Yuqiu were very detailed, so Hua Yan didn't need to see them to know the current state of affairs in Fengcheng and Yuqiu. When Su Zizhan was about to start writing, she snatched the pen away and said to him, "You rest, I'll draft it."

Su Zizhan raised his eyebrows, handed her the pen, leaned back in his chair, and said with a smile, "Fine, you do it."

Hua Yan didn't stand on ceremony, took the pen, and started writing swiftly on the rice paper. When the ink in the inkstone ran out, she ordered Su Zizhan, "I told you to rest and you really took it to heart. Grind some ink."

Su Zizhan chuckled and stood up to grind ink for her.