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 smiled at Feng Zhiwei's surprised eyes, bitterness crossing his face for the first time. He explained again in a quiet voice, "The steppes also have struggles for power…"

Feng Zhiwei listened silently, understanding that political struggles were the same everywhere.

Both of them stayed silent and the room fell quiet. Summer wind blew in through the ajar window, tossing Helian Zheng's dark hair over his prone back; framed by his hair, the color of his purple eyes gleamed even brighter, the amber mingling with the deep purple, outshining the moon.

His robe fell loosely against his strong, light honey chest, lazily curling up on Feng Zhiwei's small bed like a big, gentle cat hiding away its claws.

His wild, almost palpable manliness blurred the silence.

Chapter 95