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 slender woman worked busily above him, sending slight tremors through the tree; branches and leaves shuffled and swayed as she quietly negotiated with the squirrel, emptying its nest; the both lucky and unfortunate squirrel had no defense against her glib tongue and fled, leavings its cache to the new king of the mountain.

Feng Zhiwei grabbed the pine cones and began climbing down.

As she shook the branches, playfulness grew in Ning Yi's heart.

As he mapped out his position relative to the tree, he stepped forward and cried out in surprise before kicking the tree.

But he had forgotten that he had sprained his ankle, so when his foot hit the tree the sudden agony shocked out a real cry of pain.

Feng Zhiwei whipped her head downwards in shock and lost her balance on the thin branch; she cried out in surprise as a handful of her trophies tumbled out of her hands as she fell.

Falling exactly towards Ning Yi.

Chapter 148