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

"A toast to…" Shen Junxin stuttered again, his hand trembling. The guard was only calmly counting meat, but why did he feel a coldness surrounding him.

Helian Zheng grabbed a bottle of liquor and jumped onto the windowsill.

Feng Zhiwei grabbed Ning Yi and pulled him back three steps, grabbing his tea for him.

Advisor Liu and Shen Junxin opened their mouths to speak, confused by their retreat.

The dish of finely cooked Dongpo Pork was down into the table.

A dish sized hole punctured the wood and nine pieces of innocent meat fell on the two hosts' boots.

"Eight pieces." Young Master Gu slowly announced.

Chapter 158