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

Hostility faded and the earnest people were moved; many commoners who had originally shunned her came up to her, assisting her in moving the injured, washing wounds, bandaging and applying medicine…

The wailing and chaos of the docks slowly faded, and a tense, disciplined air filled the grounds. A single glance towards Feng Zhiwei was all the sign she needed to walk over and offer her help; after the unfriendly welcome, the local officials, commoners, and the Imperial Envoy's team all worked together to heal and save.

Even the spoiled students from Qing Ming Academy could only stay onlookers for a moment, and then they were rolling up their sleeves and helping. Yao Yangyu lay on his stretcher besides the guards, groaning out advice and orders.

Sometimes, tragedy was a time of greatness and love. As Feng Zhiwei washed her filthy hands, she looked out at the busy helpers and her heart was quietly moved.

Chapter 173