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

"Now that they know we're alive they'll never give up." Ning Yi replied as he dressed, "Leaving this Ji Yang Mountain will not be easy."

Feng Zhiwei murmured an affirmative, hugging her knees as Ning Yi got dressed.

Feng Zhiwei hugged her knees, watching Ning Yi dress.

Feng Zhiwei hugged her knees, and she could no longer hold back her words. Blinking to herself, she asked: "Your Highness, do you not know how to dress yourself?"

Ning Yi stopped his fight with the bands of his clothes, taking an unashamed moment before nodding; he even began to complain: "If you knew, why didn't you help?"

Feng Zhiwei pouted: nobody alive was more shameless than His Highness Prince Chu.

She slowly dragged her feet over and began helping His Highness dress, and all the while Ning Yi nitpicked: "Your hands aren't even that much better than mine!"

"Are you sure you're tying that band correctly?"

Chapter 147