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 smiled silently. From her angle, Feng Zhiwei could see a dim sparkle in his lidded eyes.

After laughter and conversation, the group eventually dispersed. Feng Zhiwei walked them to the gate, and just as she was letting out a breath of relief, grateful that Shao Ning had not started any chaos, she heard clashing metal in the front yard. "Assassin!" Someone cried as weapons were unsheathed.

Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened and all the princes exchanged a glance before rushing forward faster than she could.

People fought intensely in the front yard, many guards wearing the uniforms of different mansions were working together against two makes men in grey. The grey men were like ghosts, plunging here and dashing there, the swords in their hands unpredictable as they flashed at and spilled blood, pushing back the guards.

Feng Zhiwei stood for a moment, observing, almost immediately detecting the weirdness of the scene.

Chapter 78