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 had experienced death more than once in her past and present lives, but this time, whether it was because her senses had grown sharper or for some other reason, even though she also felt the approach of the Grim Reaper and saw the thick intent to kill in his eyes, she did not believe he would truly kill her.


This feeling came from the day of the banquet in the Imperial Palace; if he had truly wanted to kill her, with no one by her side, he could have done it easily without having to bring her here to do it.


But perhaps she had guessed wrong, maybe he wanted her to understand clearly where she would die. Dying in the Nanchu Royal Palace and dying in the Imperial Mausoleum of the Hou Liang Royal Family were indeed different.


"Man is the knife, and I am the fish;" at this time, Hua Yan had no strength to resist whatsoever, so she simply did not resist.


Even though there was still a child in her belly.


Chapter 57 (Second Update)_1