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 threw the torch into the ancient coffin, and upon contact with fire, the long-aged wood ignited crisply with a "zila".


In the light of the fire, An Shiqi watched Yun Chi, his face half in shadow and half aglow, utterly calm, yet his eyes were unfathomably dark. He opened his mouth but could utter no other words.


The torch quickly set the coffin ablaze, erasing the message left by Hua Yan. As the flames grew fiercer, An Shiqi finally spoke up, "Crown Prince, we should leave! This place is likely to collapse."


Yun Chi nodded and turned to leave the tomb chamber.


An Shiqi cast one last glance at the coffin now fully engulfed in flames and followed Yun Chi out of the chamber.


Outside the tomb chamber, the heavy snow had stopped, the sun hung high, and the sky was clear and bright.


Yun Chi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing over the imperial mausoleum of the Royal Family of the posterior Liang dynasty.


Chapter 68 (First Update)_1