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

Noble Imperial Consort Chang leaned over to investigate and then had to take out her handkerchief to cover her mouth.

Everyone shared curious glances as Princess Shao Ning ran up the stairs to investigate, only to return holding her stomach as she shook with laughter.

Ning Yi's calm focus on his erotic drawings wavered as he finally looked over to his father. The Seventh Prince was walking back to his table and shot Ning Yi a glance before looking away, a look of stifled laughter on his face.

Ning Yi stared at his brother but the Seventh Prince refused to speak, only casting looks at him here and there without stop. Finally, Ning Yi banged his cup down, spilling liquor in every direction.

The Seventh Prince jolted and knew that his brother was no longer playing around, so he quickly leaned over to whisper in his ear.

The gold cup in his hand slightly changed shape.

Chapter 112