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

"And what of the steppe practice of men coming of age by practicing bedroom techniques with middle-aged women of their tribes? And you even call this your 'Coming-of-age Ceremony'." Ning Yi calmly replied, his eyes lowered as he smiled quietly. "You're a man whose slept with a half crone."

"Stop!" Feng Zhiwei yelled, unable to bear it any longer.

How had assigning rooms turned into a volcanic eruption of personal insults? These two high nobility were better at swearing and insults that middle-aged women at the market!

"You and Gu Nanyi both take a room. We're neighbors. I will sleep in the outer room of the suite." Feng Zhiwei declared, pushing Helian Zheng and Gu Nanyi out of the room and slamming the door in their face.

Before she could even let out a relieved sigh, a cold voice commanded: "Fetch water. I want a bath."

Chapter 160