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

It was only after he managed to catch his breath that he could hear Feng Zhiwei's indifferent voice speaking down to him: "Wastrels like you are more useless than horses and cows, and I even think that this rice and these vegetables are too good for you, and you dare waste?"

Feng Hao clutched his belly and paused teary eyed, staring upwards at Feng Zhiwei for a long moment before finally recognizing her. As the recognition dawned, his expression completely changed as he scurried behind Madam Feng, only daring to poke his head out from behind her as he yelled: "Mom! Look at this bitch! She hits me as soon as she comes back! And she even brought back a wild man!"

"Shut your mouth!" Madam Feng snapped back, her eyes glued to Feng Zhiwei ever since she had swept in through the door. Her eyes watered and billowed like waves as her breath caught in her throat. Finally, she managed to call out softly. "Zhiwei… you…"

Chapter 68