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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 · Geral
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557 Chs

Chapter 11 (1 update)_1

Hua Zhuo went to change her clothes, and Hua Yan also rose and stepped out, giving time for Su Zizhan to clean the blood from his body.

An hour later, after Su Zizhan had bathed, he heard the distant sounds of swords clashing. Dressed and ready, he walked out the door and immediately saw Hua Yan practicing her swordsmanship in the drizzling rain.

The light drizzle formed a halo of sword light around her, protecting her within a sphere of light and shadow where she seemed to flutter. The rain falling from the sky automatically parted above her, and when the wind blew, it stirred up peach blossoms that were sliced into a shower of petals by the airstreams surrounding her.

As she moved, the wind stilled, the rain stilled, and heaven and earth stilled.

This was the epitome of swordsmanship!

He too wielded a sword but had never seen anyone use it so beautifully, as if performing a sword dance that made it impossible to look away.