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

The Fifth Prince smiled and gestured with the yellow handkerchief. "This name should have changed already, so I will not be polite!"

"So that was the plan…" Feng Zhiwei sighed. "You really are not polite at all, so we will not be polite either."

The Fifth Prince paused, turning to eye the suddenly recovered Feng Zhiwei.

Light shone in from every direction, throwing everything into the open.

Countless crossbows were steadied along the artificial mountain, their quarrels gleaming coldly in the moonlight, surrounding the Fifth Prince.

A man walked down the long corridor, his figure adorned with an elegant robe, a gentle smile on his face; the light gold mandala flower bloomed gorgeously under the starry sky.

"Fifth Brother had a brilliant plot." The man praised, clapping quietly, his smile cutting through the early autumn breeze.

Chapter 128