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

Helian Zheng ignored Hongji Le, lifting his liquor and calmly sitting back in his chair.

"Uncle Hotega." Helian Zheng said warmly, once again changing his tone.

"Uncle Hotega," Helian Zheng repeated unhurriedly, quietly refilling the man's cup. "Thirty years ago at the Winter Battle of Green Sea, Da Yue advanced into the steppe up to Quenga River. Da Yue attacked during the night and countless lives were lost on those banks. My father was just a private at the time, and when he could not walk on his broken leg, you carried him thirty miles to safety. Father King always remembered this great kindness and remains grateful even in his grave."

Helian Zheng calmly lifted the filled cup and offered it. Hotega looked down at the cup with complicated eyes, not moving to accept it, but Helian Zheng remained unperturbed, not pulling his steady hand away.

Chapter 243