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 been in a deep slumber ever since the day the Commander had taken her from the Imperial Mausoleum of the Royal Family and knocked her unconscious. She had been asleep for several days without waking. Whether the carriage was traveling on flat ground or bumpy slopes, she remained asleep.


Even though winter had passed and early spring had arrived, the weather didn't warm up all at once. The ground was still frozen stiff after a snowfall, and the wind whistled through the carriage curtains, cold air still seeping through the thick drapery.


Since losing her spiritual power and martial arts, Hua Yan had been frail, and with her pregnancy, she was even weaker. Thus, she continued her deep sleep, which was tolerable when there was a stove for warmth, but without it, not only her hands and feet were icy cold, but her whole body was chilled, her complexion frosty white.


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