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

Yun Chi returned to the Eastern Palace and arrived at the gate, where he stopped his horse in front of its placard, refraining from dismounting for a long time.


Since their grand wedding, every day when he left for court, Hua Yan would sometimes be in deep sleep, sometimes groggily wake up and ask him, "Off to court?" He would kiss her before leaving, and his mood would be good for the entire day. After finishing his duties and returning, he would hurry into his residence upon reaching the gate of the palace. There would always be a warm lamp lit in the Eastern Garden. She would be sitting at the table, either holding a scroll or, because of her morning sickness, sprawled over the table, listlessly waiting for him. Whether she was suffering from her morning sickness or not, he could always see a smile on her face.


But today, he had lost her just like that.


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