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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 78 (1 update)_1

Hua Yan listened to that grinding voice, her heart shivering fiercely, and for some reason, she felt a cold draft in her heart, but she was adept at hiding her feelings, and her mouth was sharp and unforgiving. So, she just raised an eyebrow at Yun Chi.

Yun Chi was both irritated and amused. He had never imagined that one day, his cleanliness would become the subject of her mockery and her counterattacks.

Even so, although he felt embarrassed, he still found such a Hua Yan to be extremely lovely, truly lovely. The Imperial Capital did not lack virtuous and gentle women, and the Imperial Palace even less so. He had grown so accustomed to seeing so many from a young age that from his eyes to his heart, he had become numb.

But Hua Yan, she was different from the rest.

She had many facets—whether you called her clever and quirky, or calm and steady, whether you said she could be gentle and dignified, or that her carefree and easygoing nature was unmatched by anyone...