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

"Huaiying!" A middle aged man immediately cried out. "Mind your manners!"

The girl tossed her head angrily and turned away.

Feng Zhiwei slowly set down her tea.

She showed no anger, her face intensely blank and calm. The Yan Family felt the tent fall cold and grave, and the somewhat generous confines of the tent suddenly seemed crowded as they shifted anxiously.

Feng Zhiwei stared silently at them, and all of them grew uncomfortable and confused.

Finally, Feng Zhiwei commented emotionlessly: "The tea is cold."

What was she saying?" The uncomfortable Yan Family people glanced at each other as Yan Huaishi headed for the entrance, saying: "There are not even attendants here, I will make a new pot."

Chapter 176