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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 44 (2 updates)_1

Three days later, Tian Bujue and Su Zizhan arrived in Lin'an.

That day, a light rain fell from the sky, fine and dense like tiny beads threaded on string, washing layer upon layer of the rooftops, ground, and flowers until not a speck of dust remained.

The falling rain was silent, not cold or accompanied by wind, so it wasn't that chilly, but Caiqing, worried about Hua Yan's delicate health, still draped a light cloak over her shoulders.

Hua Yan held a green bamboo umbrella, gazing toward the end of the street.

Caiqing stood by her side, sneaking glances at Hua Yan from time to time.

Noticing the frequency of her looks, Hua Yan turned to ask with a smile, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Caiqing shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly, "Please forgive my bluntness, Crown Princess Consort, but... do you still harbor deep feelings for Young Master Zizhan?"