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 nodded and signaled to the others, and everyone swiftly climbed down the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi took the lead, their moves quick and silent.

Feng Zhiwei rolled soundlessly through a gap between patrols, slipping behind a tent and out of sight before dashing forward through another opening.

The last soldier in the patrol felt the lantern in his hand quiver before a dark shadow slipped through the corner of his vision, but before he could turn to investigate, a cold pain cut through his throat.

His body lost all strength and he collapsed into Feng Zhiwei's arms; Feng Zhiwei quickly dragged him out of sight and gently lowered him to the ground, stripping him and changing into his clothes, only adding a thin red cloth tied around her upper arm.

They would know their own in the coming chaos.

Chapter 301