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

At this point, Feng Zhiwei had returned to the veranda and replaced her mask, was now approaching the Madam's Li Hua Residence.

Her pace was as quick as the breeze as she passed through the hallways and into the courtyard, passing by the young servant girls and elderly crones, none of whom saw her clearly.

The summer wind felt bitterly cold against Feng Zhiwei's skin, but also as if stifling hot, as if a ball of fire was piercing though her chest and burning up her insides to ash.

Everything was ash, and all that remained of those inextricable ties of kinship and her timid, hopeful expectations of reunion was her bitter heart, but still she strode forth to protect the unwilling, unsought for and unthanked.

She carried her chestful of sadness as she walked briskly in the warm breeze, as if the wind in her face could pull away the bitterness in her heart.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and gently touched her shoulder.

Chapter 69