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

For over a decade, he had been living in a world like that?

Feng Zhiwei's heart ached, and she felt it pinch.

Gu Nanyi tilted his head, confused. How did he stand? He just stood.

"I mean, who took care of you? How was your childhood?" Feng Zhiwei replied, not meaning to pry, but she felt a need to know.

"Before three, dad. After five, uncle and others."

Feng Zhiwei noticed the gap in time.

"What about between three and five?"

Gu Nanyi fell silent and his whole body trembled.

Feng Zhiwei shuddered, her face paling — what kind of life could a three year old orphan like him have endured during those two years?

She did not dare imagine, and her body seemed to cool, from the tips of her finger to the center of her heart.

Chapter 163