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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 57 (1 update)_1

It wasn't long before Hua Zhuo arrived at the carriage where Yun Chi and Hua Yan were seated.

After entering, Hua Zhuo dusted off the chill and snowflakes from his clothes at the front of the carriage and frowned, "It's snowing again. Why is there so much snow in the Northern Region?"

"The Northern Region is cold. Big brother, you should also take care of yourself. If you feel unwell, let the Crown Princess Consort immediately take your pulse and prescribe medicine," Hua Yan said slowly, sitting up and speaking to Hua Zhuo.

Hua Zhuo lifted his robe, sat on the carriage's cushion, and said, "Worry about yourself! She takes my pulse every day, fearing I can't withstand the cold of the Northern Region."

Hua Yan pursed her lips. Why did those words sound so smug?