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

Hua Yan wished that she wasn't pregnant at this moment. With the way things were, in these mountains, amidst these plum blossoms, she truly wanted to drag Yun Chi deep into the sea of flowers and do some unspeakable things. Alas, in her current condition, she dared not engage in such activities.


She gazed at the red blossoms and sea of clouds, sighing with a hint of regretful longing.


"What's wrong?" Yun Chi asked as he looked down at her. "You were just fine a moment ago, why the sudden sigh?"


Hua Yan looked at the man before her—his body, his complexion, both like polished jade. His eyebrows and eyes were as if sculpted by an artist, his demeanor too noble to be mimicked. Despite having seen him countless times, each glance still sent waves of warmth coursing through her heart, one after another.


She reached up, hooking her arm around his neck, pulling his head down slightly. She whispered her earlier thoughts into his ear, quiet enough so only they could hear.


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