World Convergence

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.

On one side, he suffers from intrigue and hides his great ambition; on the other, the mysterious girl hides her anger behind her gentle smile.

Who toppled the country, establishing their dynasty?

Who built the Yellow Springs and set it over Imperial Power, inciting strife and conquering the earth?

Who exchanged gazes at the Nine Palaces to the sound of halberd and blood, watching the falling flowers of Acacia?

Who drank the poisoned wine and smiled, trading it for a cinnabar dot to the chest?

Tribulation and strife has destroyed past prosperity; he would not retreat, and she has not finished singing.

.... Is she disturbing the earth world, or is the world disturbing her?

This is a seemingly simple story about an era of recovering the old country and the fight for the throne, and the men and women on both sides.

To conquer or resist;
To push away or fight for chance.
To provoke or to still;
To love, or to refuse love.

Chrissy

Rising  Phoenix

Aristophaneso

Ning Yi's eyes flashed and he smiled. "You can tell me later, but I'm afraid you might not last that long."

The golden chariot drove by, and the man reached out his hand to help Feng Zhiwei stand. She did not refuse his gesture, and composedly took his hand and stood - since her life was already in his hands, it would not hurt any more to take what advantage she could.

As their two hands touched, Ning Yi was startled. Feng Zhiwei was calm now, and her previously sweaty hand was dry, and there were no longer any distractions to the shape of her hand. Ning Yi suddenly felt that the softness and smoothness of her palm, the shape and size of her hand, and the temperature as cool as jade were somehow familiar.

He wanted to hold up her palm to take a look, but Feng Zhiwei had already retracted her arm, cocking her head and flashing a smile.

Chapter 40