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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 87 (3 updates)_1

Hua Zhuo called out several times, but Hua Yan showed no sign of movement; it was as if she'd lost consciousness and couldn't hear anything.

Xia Yuan also grew anxious and called for Hua Yan from the side.

Even Tian Bujue began to think his words made sense and followed with some remarks to provoke Hua Yan.

But no matter what the three of them said, Hua Yan remained still, deeply silent, not even fluttering an eyelash. The frost mist on her brow grew thicker and thicker, gradually, not only did a chilling aura seep from her pulse and brow, but also from all over her body, enveloping her in a cloak of icy coldness. Hua Zhuo, who held her, also felt the bone-piercing chill, as though he was about to be frozen stiff.

Tian Bujue shouted, "No good, Hua Zhuo, quickly stir up your spiritual power and try to help her."

"You crow's mouth, Master," Xia Yuan was so anxious she was near tears.

Tian Bujue wished he could slap himself, fearing exactly what had come to pass.