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 Dama lifted his head, his muddy eyes filled with astonishment. He opened his mouth to speak, but Feng Zhiwei was already sweeping past him and dipping the tip of a silver dagger into the pure white koumiss.

She lifted the dagger up and turned to the crowd. The brilliant sun clearly showed the silver blade turning black under the koumiss!

The crowd was stunned. Mouths fell open in disbelief, and the astonishment was so deep that only silence could follow. Feng Zhiwei turned to eye the Dama and smoothly asked: "Dama Ala, if Helian Zheng had not fallen from poison, would he have escaped your poisoned koumiss? Such an elaborate plan you've come up with to assassinate the King."

"You… you…" The Dama stuttered, his body trembling so hard that he seemed to shrivel up and shrinking into his robes.

Chapter 274