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

Gu Nanyi wrapped Feng Zhiwei into his embrace and said coldly: "Move, impediment."

Ning Yi stepped back and leaned against a pillar. He looked into Feng Zhiwei's face and suddenly felt that any explanation was unnecessary.

His words would not change her mind and what she thought of him whether good or ill.

He waited for Feng Zhiwei to speak. A smart person like her would definitely understand that his calculation had been without flaw; if the accidents in the end had not occurred, he would definitely have been able to save her.

But Feng Zhiwei did not meet Ning Yi's gaze and rather turned obediently towards Gu Nanyi, lazily lying in his embrace.

Ning Yi's face fell. The sun had set, and he could only smile bitterly, unmoving.

It was only after Feng Zhiwei turned towards Gu Nanyi that she allowed her pain to surface.

Her hand pressed gently against her waist. Under the red crabapple, blood flowed quietly.

Chapter 130