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

Feng Zhiwei turned and smiled at Ning Yi, the curve of her lips never reaching her eyes. "Tell me, what is affection? How will death do us part? The Fire Phoenix General threw away glory, wealth, and family for a man, and what did she gain in return? Men are heartless — are they truly worth a woman's burning devotion?"

Ning Yi opened his mouth but all his words remained lodged in his throat. He had known Feng Zhiwei had had a difficult life, but he had never imagined how she had supported her family on her small shoulders all these years. Her constant mask and her ruthless determination, her ruthlessness to self and others — had she cultivated all this in the crucible of misfortune?

Those who had crawled out of the mud would never stop striving.

"Who is a good man, and who is reliable?" Feng Zhiwei's smile burned brightly, her eyes gleaming like a blade. "Are you the right man? Your Highness?"

Chapter 125