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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 · Général
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Chapter 47 The Worst Bad Guy_1

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure plummeting from the high pavilion, even Nanny Zhou was so horrified that she didn't notice the Empress Dowager fainting beside her, collapsing to the ground.

Butler Fu was even paler, almost wetting his pants from fright. In his wildest dreams, he had not imagined that the Crown Princess Consort would leap from the High Pavilion Viewing Platform. If he had known, he would not have let her go up there today no matter what.

Nanny Fang had already fainted like the Empress Dowager, terrified to death. The Crown Princess Consort went up to the high pavilion alone, and it was her negligence in not stopping her, nor following her. She deserved to die – if the Crown Princess Consort died, there was no need for her to live either.

The Eastern Palace was in unprecedented chaos, as if chickens were flying and dogs were jumping.