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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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688 Chs

Chapter 60 Verbal Confrontation (First Update)_1

The voice of Marquis of Wuwei's wife rang out sharply after her last sentence, evidently carrying beyond the pavilion.

Zhao Qingxi's steps halted abruptly.

Hua Yan naturally heard it as well. They were still some distance away, so although the sound wasn't loud, it was clear enough to be distinctly understood. She too stopped and looked towards the pavilion, spotting the young woman dressed like a lady among the throng of wives and daughters.

Her jewelry was too ostentatious, her clothes too garish; she looked like a peacock in full display.

After watching for a moment, she turned to ask, "Zhao sister, who is that lady?"

Zhao Qingxi collected herself and answered, "That is the wife of Marquis of Wuwei."