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

"Ouch, stop." Feng Zhiwei complained, dragging her feet. "Fifth Prince, you're pressing too hard, I can't walk."

"Stop your tricks!" The Fifth Prince snapped, not trusting Feng Zhiwei a whit. He pressed the tip of his dagger into her flesh, "Into the study! Ning Yi, summon the cabinet!"

Feng Zhiwei sighed, looking down at the blood slowly seeping into her green robes.

Ning Yi glanced over, his face expressionless.

"Fifth Brother, stop wasting so much time on this minor minister." He said,

"Compared to His Majesty, he's nothing."

"Sixth Brother, don't waste your words." The Fifth Prince sneered, "I don't care who he is, as long as I have someone to accompany me on my pyre!"

He retreated into the study, his dagger gleaming coldly.

Chapter 129