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

The Princes all stopped as well, eyes wide open as they looked upwards, colorful expressions on their faces.

Before them lay the low hill paved with white stone, and on top of the hill stood a pavilion, its eaves spread like a flying bird's wings. From the eaves hung, high and low, small jade bells that rang out and chimed in a clear, beautiful melody with the passing breeze.

A man was already inside the pavilion.

The man held a jade wine cup and drank clear wine as he leaned against the pavilion's railing. His moon-white sleeves were embroidered with golden dragons, and his brilliant pearl and gold crown bound down his flowing dark hair. A breath of air swept over the high pavilion, tossing loose a stray hair, and they all watched as he gently pinned it back an ear.

All the pavilion servant girls seemed for a moment to forget to breath.

The unsurpassed beauty of the generation.

Chapter 74