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

Very quickly, the gates were flung open and a green-robed, middle aged man walked out alongside a group of assistant officials. The man was white faced and clean shaven with a tiny tuft of beard, and he smiled as he called out: "I had no idea the Hu Zhuo Prince was coming or else I would have welcomed you at the gates! Forgive my sin!"

Feng Zhiwei smiled as she met the man, examining the comely face of the most powerful man in Longxi. Those soft hands were the ones that had commissioned their portraits? That ordinary mouth had hoped to devour two Imperial Envoys? The son of the reigning Emperor?

As she looked up at the cause of her suffering, the instigator of Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi's near death, Feng Zhiwei's smile widened in happy friendliness.

Chapter 165