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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 82 (2 Updates)_1

Hua Yan, freshly bathed, had just settled into the flower hall when the night snack was brought in: a few small dishes, several pots of warm wine, and uniquely, there was also a bowl of ginger soup and bird's nest placed before her.

Actually, Hua Yan didn't care for ginger soup, finding it overly spicy and no amount of sugar would help. But since ginger soup truly dispelled the cold, she could only endure the spiciness as she drank it, holding the bowl and laboriously sipping until the ginger soup was all down.

After she finished, her tongue remained tingling from the spiciness.

Su Zizhan pushed a plate of preserved fruits toward her, "Try some of this first."

Hua Yan pinched a piece of candied fruit and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and only then felt the spiciness subside a bit.

Su Zizhan looked at her with amusement, "You can drink alcohol but can't handle spice?"

Hua Yan shook her head, "The spiciness is different, I just don't like drinking this ginger soup much."