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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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Hua Yan stayed with the Princess Consort of Anyang for a while longer, talking, until the princess completely gave up the idea of accompanying them. The more she saw of Hua Yan, the more she liked her, deeply regretting that she hadn't given birth to such a daughter herself. She envied the Duchess of Jingguo for her good fortune in finding such an excellent adoptive daughter.

Outspoken and decisive, the princess had taken great pains to find a bride for An Shuli. She had seen countless young ladies from the capital, whether noblewomen from high-ranking families, daughters of distinguished clans, or delicate beauties from humble homes. However, no matter who she considered, Shuli wasn't satisfied with any, and neither was she truly fond of any—until someone like Hua Yan came along.

Praising Hua Yan, she patted her hand and said, "The Crown Prince has good taste; you really are fortunate!"