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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 37 (1 update)_1

The maids brought in clean water, then quietly closed the door and left, retreating a good distance from the room.

Ye Lanqin dampened a handkerchief, wiped Mei Shuyu's face and the corners of his mouth, then unbuttoned his collar to wipe his body.

Mei Shuyu was filled with anxious rage, wishing his hair could stand on end, his breathing almost stopped, and his heart was viciously thinking, as soon as she fell into the illusion, he would strangle her to death.

Just as he finished that thought, as expected, Ye Lanqin's hand paused, her body softened, and she collapsed onto him.

Mei Shuyu waited patiently for a while, noticing that she was as still as he was, but her expression was different—her face blushed with shyness, revealing an utterly comfortable and intoxicated appearance.

He disgustingly pushed her away, letting her body fall limply to the side as he sat up and reached for her neck.