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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."

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Chapter 65 (1 Update)_1

The old madam's eyes glittered at the sight of the bag of gold, but she seemed fearful of An Ke and reluctantly trudged downstairs.

As soon as the old madam left, An Ke reached out to embrace the beauty.

The beauty pulled a hairpin from her head, glanced at An Ke, then at herself, steeled her resolve, and aimed the hairpin at her own forehead.

An Ke chuckled, "The beauty even contemplates death in such a unique way. Others commit suicide by slashing their necks, but you, you aim for your forehead. Interesting."

Dressed in a high-collared silk skirt, the beauty's hand trembled slightly as she held the hairpin, but her eyes were fierce, "Who do you think you are to concern yourself with how I choose to die!"