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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 95 (Second Update)_1

That night, Su Zizhan lay in bed until dawn, not having slept a wink.

Before leaving with An Shiliu, Qiuyue came to Su Zizhan's room to pack her belongings. Her eyes were red as she looked at him, and she almost burst into tears, "Young Master Zizhan, I will go to Nanjiang to look after Miss. Do you have any message for me to convey to her?"

Su Zizhan turned his head, his eyes rimmed with blood but his expression serenely calm. After a long silence, he said softly, "Tell her that I will take good care of my illness."

Unable to hold back her tears, Qiuyue's eyes brimmed over with tears and she nodded vigorously, unable to speak.

Standing behind Qiuyue, An Shiliu asked, "Young Master Zizhan, is there anything else?"

Su Zizhan pursed his lips and spoke softly, "Tell her not to worry about me, I will be alright."

An Shiliu's eyes too became wet, and he nodded just as emphatically.