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

Yu Liang froze, immediately understanding Yao Yangyu's assessment. Shivers ran down his spine as he turned to look at Feng Zhiwei.

Wei Zhi sat in the moonlight, he and his horse unmoved as they looked down at the corpses, his gaze so calm that Yu Liang could not help but doubt Yao Yangyu's suspicions.

"Impossible…" Yu Liang murmured. The Master Wei he knew was so brilliant and friendly, how could he be so indifferent if he had let a hundred men die?

But Yao Yangyu had already turned to Feng Zhiwei.

"You've been here for a while, right?" His voice was hoarse as he gestured around him with weak limb. "You've been following us since we attacked the bandits? You waited for us to fall into the ambush so that you can ambush Da Yue in turn, and we were your bait, right?"

Feng Zhiwei said nothing, her eyes clear and placid.

Chapter 288