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 Imperial Study had already been renovated and repaired with not a scratch in view, though Feng Zhiwei did step incredibly carefully as she crossed the threshold, much to the Tian Sheng Emperor's amusement.

Ning Yi sat in a high-backed seat to His Majesty's right, his expression and posture somewhat lax and his face pale. It was not cold, but he rested his back against a cotton pillow; and his hair draped loosely over his shoulders, framing his white face and dark eyes. Feng Zhiwei was surprised that Ning Yi was at the Imperial Palace so late, and when Ning Yi turned his gorgeous eyes he met her gaze for a moment before turning away.

Servants brought in ginseng soup and the Tian Sheng Emperor carefully served Ning Yi, gesturing him to remain sitting: "Rest, don't stand."

Feng Zhiwei paused — she had not heard that this guy was ill.

Chapter 131