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

Her soaring merits for saving the Dynasty and the Emperor only earned her this forgiveness?

An abandoned palace to die in, trapped for His Majesty's personal use.

He… was still this cold and selfish.

Madam Feng smiled quietly, her expression determined and vague. She looked up as she replied: "As Your Majesty commands."

"Mingying." Happiness flashed in the Emperor's eyes and he took her hand, stepping out from behind the curtains. "Come… let me look at you…"

He set a hand on her shoulder and turned her to the bead-curtained jade bed, incense lingering around them.

He grasped her hand, finally claiming that warmth and tenderness he had longed after for so many years.

She leaned into his embrace, waiting for the final end to this life of pain and suffering.

Chapter 225