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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."

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Chapter 101 (Second Update)_1

In the Library Pavilion, there were things Hua Yan could not touch. For instance, Emperor Huaiyu's "The Discourse on State and Grain," his half-finished painting scroll, and the sealed-away collections of Hua Yan's musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and paintings.

This place was where she remained unseen for her entire life, obscured from the sunlight, hiding both the light and her own reflection.

For several years, she would obstinately play the zither and fall into exhausted slumber within these walls every few days. Upon waking, she would continue, repeatedly tormenting herself. On the strings of the zither remained bloodstains that were never wiped away.

It was later that her brother pulled her back from this place and strictly sealed it off, allowing her to finally step out.