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

She slowly slid her fingers along the scar, tracing the uneven surface of the long and wide wound, imagining the terrible blow that caused it.

Feng Zhiwei thought back to the stories about the prince… that when he was seven he had almost died from an illness and emerged with a very different personality. Had that illness actually been this injury?

The scar ended and her finger tips brushed against good skin, the smooth coolness sending a blush through Feng Zhiwei's cheeks. She quickly pulled back her hand and schooled her thoughts, thinking about anything but the barely covered man beside her, hoping for the awkwardness to pass.

While she thought about Helian Zheng's smelly feet and wondered if Gu Nanyi might one day finally get sick of walnuts, Feng Zhiwei used the quilt to wipe down Ning Yi before bringing over and covering him with dry quilt, swapping the two quilts and never exposing Ning Yi's bare skin.

Chapter 100