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

His heart felt as if it were bound by thousands of ropes, and at this moment, they were so tight he could hardly breathe. Watching her, his vision also gradually darkened. She was clearly very light, so light that she seemed weightless, but he felt as though he could barely support her.


"Young Master!" Qing Hun noticed something wrong with Su Zizhan and immediately called out loudly.


Startled, Su Zizhan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying but still firmly supporting Hua Yan.


Qing Hun's face paled dramatically as he called out again, "Young Master!"


Startled and afraid, the Physician also called out, "Second Young Master!"


Ya Shua saw the fresh blood that Su Zizhan sprayed onto Hua Yan's body—mingling with the blood she had vomited earlier—both strikingly bright red. Her breath stopped.


"Young Master, you cannot fall!" Qing Hun, pale-faced, stepped forward and pressed a hand onto Su Zizhan's shoulder.


Chapter 97_2