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

Ning Cheng sealed the envelope, his strange, determined expression shadowed by the flickering candle light.

The night was loud. When Yan Huaiying woke, she cried and screamed and yelled the entire night, calling for Prince Chu and yelling for Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei ignored the summons and had people stuff the girl's out hand tie her to her bed in the hopes that she could finally have restful sleep for whatever night remained, but she could not sleep at all. She dreamed and dreamed of a faraway Ning Yi in the Emperor's Audience Hall speaking to her and telling her that with all the trials and tribulations of life, none of them could truly be themselves.

When she woke, she stared up at her ceiling for a long time, thinking to herself that Ning Yi was an evil man who could only speak truth in dreams.

Chapter 187