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 man in black shivered upon hearing this, holding his breath, unable to look at the Commander.


The Commander gravely said, "Send a message to Strategist Yan; wait for three days."


The man in black glanced at the Commander, acknowledging the order.


The Commander stepped away, instructing, "Guard this place well. I don't want even a mouse to get in."


The man in black watched the Commander's retreating figure, tentatively asking, "What about the meals... should they be delivered on time?"


The Commander paused momentarily, without a word.


The man in black waited for an answer, not daring to make another sound. Although the cold wind and heavy snow seemed to swallow even his breath, he still dared not breathe loudly.


The Commander stood for a long time; and just when the man in black thought he would not respond as the snow accumulated on his shoulders, he spoke, his voice deep, "No need."


The man in black again acknowledged the order.


Chapter 61 (Sixth Update)_1