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."

Whether it was Zhao Qingxi or Mei Shuyu, both are indispensable in the current power struggle of Nanchu.


Having thought of this, Hua Yan immediately made a decision, "Yun Yi!"


"Deploy the Eastern Palace's Hidden Guards, and send another group to the Zhao Residence." Hua Yan instructed, "Ensure Zhao Qingxi is safe and unharmed."


Yun Yi complied and promptly dispatched some men before heading to the Zhao Residence.


As Hua Yan predicted, the moment Zhao Qingxi stepped through her front door, she was held at knifepoint with a blade against her neck. Little Zhongzi's cry of alarm was cut short as he was kicked aside, screaming "Ah" in agony, vomiting blood before passing out.


Zhao Qingxi couldn't see who was holding the sword at her back, a person with extremely high Martial Arts skill; she could only see the sword against her neck shimmering with a cold, bloodthirsty sharpness.


Chapter 826 - Chapter 91