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 old man opened the door, the same smile on his face as he hospitably asked after her health; but when Feng Zhiwei looked into that smiling face, all she felt was coldness.

She hid her worries behind a smile and made small talk with the old man before hurrying to the back room; her fingers trembled as she pushed open the door, afraid that she would only find two bloody corpses within.

Chunyu Meng and Ning Yi were both alive, and Chunyu Meng was even snoring up a storm, saliva dripping from his lips. Ning Yi sat, his back and shoulders tensing for a moment when the door opened.

Feng Zhiwei let out a sigh of relief; the enemies were still searching the foot of the mountain and had not returned yet. She sped forward to Chunyu Meng's bed and shook him: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Chapter 144