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

"Peony, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

Mudan Hua's train of thought was once again disrupted, and she happily followed her daughter-in-law in search of food.

Helian Zheng stared after the pair, dazed. Finally, he turned blank eyes towards his Eight Valiants: "Am I dreaming?"

But his men ignored him, all staring after Feng Zhiwei with admiration and amazement.

"Princess Sheng Ying is truly a saint… even the Trumpet Flower failed to break her…"

Only when Mudan Hua finally dug into her sheep's milk and sticky rice cake did the others dare enter the tent — now that the Steppe Queen was focused on her food, she would no longer terrify those around her.

Gu Nanyi quickly approached Feng Zhiwei, Gu Zhixiao in hand. "No milk."

Chapter 237