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

"Medora! What happened!" Helian Zheng cried out, leaping from his horse to gather her into his arms, "How…"

His voice stilled as his eyes fell upon the tail of Medora's dress and the ripped undergarments underneath her tattered leather robes, with the stink of blood and rot staining her clothes.

Medora quivered and trembled, and as Helian Zheng froze, she finally managed to scream.

"A-Ja…" She cried out in a hoarse, broken voice, the pitch full of misery, "If you want to kill me, then kill me, why do you hurt me, why…"

She struggled in weak fury, throwing herself at Helian Zheng, her nails scraping at his arms as she banged her head into his chest again and again, screaming all the while: "Just kill me just kill me kill me kill me…"

Helian Zheng never moved as he silently let her cut and hit him, blood soon covering his arms and dripping down into the grass, his fierce gaze warning his guards away.

Chapter 296