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

He thought and thought, and could no longer keep himself from crying woefully.


The crying of Little Zhongzi shattered the deathly silence of the study.


An Shuli took a glance at Little Zhongzi, and not only did she feel that he shouldn't cry there, but she also sighed in relief because of his crying, finally understanding why Yun Chi had chosen him to stay close and serve. Such a foolish little eunuch, yet he was a treasure.


A person fears keeping a string taut, stretched to the utmost limit without a breather, for it might snap.


Seizing the moment, he took a deep breath and also called out, "Your Highness?"


An Shiqi also took the opportunity to shout, "Crown Prince!"


Yun Chi slowly fluttered his eyelashes and, with a stiff hand, reached for the teacup on the table. His fingers, as pale as jade, gripped the wall of the cup tightly. Then, as if it took a great deal of effort, he pinched it, tilted his head back, and gulped down half a cup of cold tea in one go.


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