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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 94 (1 update)_1

Hua Zhuo, holding the Little Fox in his arms, stepped out of the grand hall and stopped at its entrance, gazing down at Yun Mountain beneath the mountain peak.

The mountain blanketed in a layer of light and thin mist resembled smoke, clouds, and rosy dawn all at once, with rolling hills and a verdant veil shrouded in mist—a picturesque scene.

A gentle breeze brushed past, lifting a corner of Hua Zhuo's robe, and he sensed the air seemed to carry a spirit-like essence.

He looked down at the Little Fox in his arms, who, burying its head, had sweetly nestled and fallen asleep in his embrace. He slowly walked along the green stone path in the mountains, wandering aimlessly.

This part of Yun Mountain had been desolate for perhaps a thousand years.

As the stars shifted and things changed, what remained constant was the scenery of Yun Mountain, day after day, year after year. What changed were the dynasties in the world below and the succession of generations.