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

The February wind brought frost and snow to the steppes. Ten thousand horsemen rode through the grass, and the ground shook in their wake.

Feng Zhiwei emerged from her tent, her eyes brightening as she turned to the waiting Helian Zheng.

A silver fox perched on top of his gemmed golden crown, the colors beautiful and radiant. He wore a well cut black mink coat embroidered with golden thread over long, golden silk robes, its buttons solid gold with black tassels. A masculine waistband embroidered with daring corals, jades, and agates was tight around his powerful waist, and he stood on dark, threatening boots. A readied sabre hung from his bronze waist scabbard, clinking quietly against his amber snuff-bottle.

His eyes shone like maroon wine in the sun, a pair of darkly glittering purple diamonds.

The familiar green-robed, mismatching-buttoned ruffian was unrecognizably dazzling and noble.

Chapter 238