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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 62 (2 Updates)_1

Yun Chi left the Imperial Governance Hall and went to Ninghe Palace.

Along the way, he thought about the Emperor's words, "Securing Hua Yan is the fortune of the Yun Family."

Indeed, without her, many things would not have gone so smoothly, from the former Emperor to his father. The former Emperor also governed with gentle methods, and his father, in addition to being gentle and benevolent, was further weakened by his frail health. Thus, for decades, Nanchu had been quietly rotting away in the shadows.

Before he started his regency, he hadn't conducted any investigations. At that time, he also thought that there was peace under heaven, but after the Chuanhe Valley flood disaster, he no longer felt that way. He realized that Nanchu was not as bright and prosperous as it appeared on the surface; it was like a paper tiger.

He thought to himself, that gradually, he would pierce through the paper tiger and remold it into a real tiger forged of iron.