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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 96_1

For Hua Yan, this was indeed the best outcome.

Her body had once been like a dried-up ocean, with the meridians damaged and not a single part of her body in good condition. Even her blood seemed to have dried up, leaving nothing but scorched earth everywhere.

Now, her body had recovered, no longer parched. Although it wasn't a verdant oasis everywhere, neither was there an inch of scorched land or a blocked passage. It was like a piece of farmland that, though not ready to yield crops, wasn't barren like a desert.

At this moment, she wasn't lacking water, but she also didn't have a single drop of excess to spare.

The cave dwelling was two mountain ranges away from the stream, and at the very peak of Yun Mountain, about five miles apart. With focused senses, she could clearly perceive the movement of Hua Zhuo within the cave dwelling. Every move he made, every gesture, would appear in her sea of consciousness—an experience she'd never had before.