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

<p>"But on my final night, when I was at my final gasp and about to die, a ghost came to haunt the Empress' courtyard. Nobody thought I had hope, so only an old wet-nurse was assigned to stand watch, and as she dozed, she noticed a white shadow floating by. Terrified, she cried out, and the startled guards and waiting ladies came rushing in. They found me covered in sweat, but recovered from my sickness.</p>

<p>"Nobody could explain what had happened, but no one paid it any mind. I lived in the Empress' residence, but the servants did not take good care of me and I was often injured. The Crown Prince was naughty in his youth and often stuffed strange things in my mouth, but my wet-nurse did not dare stand in his way, so she could only bring me outside the residence walls, weeping in the open air."</p>

Chapter 103