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

Whether anyone actually got any rest that night, no one could say, but bodies lay breathing calmly, and when they opened their eyes, their gaze was bright and clear.

The night had not been calm. In the depths of darkness, as people lay exhaustion lay heavily on every brow, a strange wind had blown through the yard walls. Feng Zhiwei's eyes had opened, and though Helian Zheng had not stirred beside her, his fingers tightened around the corner of her quilt.

But gradually the sun dawned and the clear bugle called out overhead, ushering in with the first beams of the spring sun a new day for a new Shunyi King.

Helian Zheng slowly sat up and called out quietly: "What will happen today?"

"Today." Feng Zhiwei began, sitting crosslegged with her long hair draped around her like flowing water, a small, dazzling smile on her lips.

Chapter 268