Xiziqing

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?
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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."

Schemes Of A Flower

The Duchess of Jingguo watched the crowd fade into the distance, clutching her handkerchief and wiping the corners of her eyes. Even the Duke of Jingguo, a rugged man, had red-rimmed eyes. As for Lu Zhiling, there was no need to say—he stared at the wedding procession until it vanished, feeling for a long while as if he still carried someone on his back, motionless.


"Let's go! Let's follow them to the Eastern Palace for the wedding feast," someone clamored.


Lu Zhiling was startled back to awareness, turned his head, and saw Su Zizhan standing quietly at the door with Little Fox in his arms, An Shuli standing beside him. Lu Zhiling shrugged off the deep sense of reluctance in his heart and surveyed An Shuli from head to toe, breaking into a smile, "Well, well, returning just in time for the Crown Prince's grand wedding—you're quite punctual."


Chapter 4 (2nd update)_1