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 indeed did not wish to wake up and see Su Zizhan, but she was even more unwilling to see him die in front of her. No, it was not just about not dying in front of her, he must not die at all, not anywhere.


She clutched her chest, coughing for a long while, when she saw Su Zizhan standing dumbly in front of her bed after she had struck him. While in her heart she felt a resentful hate, she also noticed how pale and thin his face had become, like a bamboo pole, devoid of his usual dashing and spirited appearance, fallen into dispirited disarray and pathetic melancholy, which ignited her anger again, "Do you wish to die that much? Since you can't kill yourself, you torture yourself? Who are you showing off to?"


Chapter 3_1