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

Both of them fell silent. After a moment, Ning Yi gently reached for Feng Zhiwei, holding her warm, clammy hands. When his icy fingers touched her, Feng Zhiwei instinctively grasped them in her own, her heart longing to give them warmth, but she immediately conquered herself and pulled back her hand.

Ning Yi was deep in thought and did not notice Feng Zhiwei's reaction. Finally, he spoke: "Zhi Wei."

"Are you truly going to walk this road?" Ning Yi asked in a heavy voice, his eye's unreadable in the dim moonlight.

Feng Zhiwei slowly shifted her head, her heart a tangled mess.

"You must understand." Ning Yi continued, his words slow. "There are things I must achieve, and now that I have walked down this path, I cannot retreat. Sometimes, those in power cannot do what they wish, even if they want to step back, their subordinates and followers will not allow it. You… do you understand?"

Chapter 132