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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 67 (Second Update)_1

Hua Yan was pulled along by Yun Chi, passing by Zhao Qingxi, feeling her entire body stiffen. She sighed silently, not uttering a word.

Zhao Qingxi must surely have feelings for Yun Chi, probably for quite some time. Furthermore, both the Prime Minister Zhao and Madam Zhao clearly raised Zhao Qingxi with the goal of making her the Crown Princess Consort. With her training in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and needlework, not to mention the rules of etiquette within the boudoir, alas, it was as if Yun Chi had his brain kicked by a donkey, rejecting her.

As the saying goes, "The falling flowers pine for love, but the heartless stream flows on."

He had the Peony Flower at hand but did not pluck it, and instead, he chose that withered branch of an Apricot Flower, wasting heaven's gifts while also mistakenly holding onto this fish eye as if it were a pearl.

There might not be another person in the world as senseless as him.