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

She was too embarrassed to continue as a deep blush crept over her face, but a vicious light still flashed in her eyes.

Prince Chu is promiscuous and there's no way he'll reject me. Wei Zhi, just wait! I will crush you beneath me!

Feng Zhiwei still stood by Old Man Yan, smiling down at him with her pot of liquor in hand. The old Family Patriarch struggled with himself, blue veins bulging from his face as he finally forced out the word: "Yes…"

Feng Zhiwei's smile grew even larger.

She gently took Grandfather Yan's hand, her voice sincere as she said: "The Yan Family truly has not disappointed…

A thin anger crossed Grandfather Yan's gaze, but he immediately covered it with a bitter smile and a deep bow.

Feng Zhiwei eyed him, smiling. She would not push any further, so she took her pot and left; everyone had a bottom line, and if she forced too much, the loss would outweigh the gain and the old man might lose it.

Chapter 179