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

Helian Zheng sat trembling on the wall, perched up atop the tower, shivering like a fragile black lotus swaying in the bitter cold wind.

Beneath him, fierce words carved by sword line the stone for all to see.

"Wall climber, displayed in chains!"

In truth, the prince did not remain on the wall for very long. This sensational news was quickly whispered into the ears of Headmaster Xin, and the man had to rush over from the editing palace to release the glorious Hu Zhuo Prince from his bonds.

The nails and subsequent glue had done no harm and was already slowly losing its adhesiveness. In the end, only a few strands of hair were left as a permanent memento, after all Feng Zhiwei had still acted with restraint, and it was she who had sent a messenger to notify Xin Ziyan.

Chapter 94