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Rising Phoenix

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.

World Convergence · History
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308 Chs

Chapter 87

Translator: Aristophaneso

"Yes." Helian Zheng replied, examining her. She had a slightly tallow face and low eyebrows, but if he looked at her closely she was not actually that ugly, and he quite liked her tranquil demeanor and grace. The more he looked at her, the happier he became, and finally he waved his hand, "Ba Biao!"

His eight guards with their gold threaded whips immediately stepped forward.

"Betrothal Presents!"

The eight men each took out a little yellow cloth-bag, proffering them up as if they were precious gifts.

What rare treasures were these?

Anger rose on Madam Feng's face again and she was just about to step forward and slap away the cloth bags when she caught Feng Zhiwei's gaze and swallowed her anger, stepping back a step.