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

Arriving at the entrance of the Zhao Residence's main courtyard, Yun Chi stepped down from the sedan, invited by Zhao Qingxi, and slowly entered the house.


Inside, Madam Zhao cried her heart out, utterly desolate.


Upon hearing of Yun Chi's arrival, Madam Zhao shed all semblance of a Prime Minister's wife's demureness, her eyes red and swollen from crying, she asked Yun Chi, "Crown Prince, my husband is just asleep, isn't he? You say it's so, right? How could he suddenly leave us, mother and daughter behind? He couldn't bear to, you say it's so, right…"


Yun Chi stood in the room, looking at the Prime Minister Zhao, who lay in bed as if only half asleep, and nodded calmly, "Madam speaks the truth, the Prime Minister is merely sleeping."


Chapter 73 (Second Update)_1