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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 65 (Second Update)_1

In the evening, after dinner, Yun Chi had Little Zhongzi fetch a feather pen for Hua Yan and then dismissed the attendant, personally taking up the task of grinding ink for Hua Yan.

Clutching the feather pen, Hua Yan tilted her head to look at him and, after a moment, uncharacteristically teased, "Red sleeves add fragrance, huh!"

Yun Chi chuckled softly, his cloud-patterned water sleeves lightly lifting and brushing across her cheek, "Once you're well again, you can do such graceful tasks for me."

Hua Yan turned her head and agreed readily, "Okay!"

Her hand was still soft, and her body too weak to muster much strength; she could only partially lean on Yun Chi, who stood beside her, while resting partly on the table. Fortunately, the pen was light and easy to handle—although she couldn't produce calligraphy of profound character, the writing she did manage was still very beautiful.