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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.

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308 Chs

Chapter 259

Translator: Aristophaneso

No… their opposite fates were bound to clash, whatever the form.

She plucked the golden broom off the knot and tossed it aside.

The basket was layered with objects.

First, a bottle of liquor.

Poor, coarse clay pottery without even the lowliest restaurant's distillery sigil, only found in the smallest of slum bars.

Ning Yi had sent a bottle of bad liquor a thousand miles?

Feng Zhiwei stared at the bottle in confusion, the answer to her question dancing on the rims of her mind. She uncorked the bottle and carefully sniffed.

Pungent and biting, a strong liquor suitable for laborers working in the cold of winter.

Feng Zhiwei's hand shook.

That night by the abandoned bridge they had shared this very bottle of cheap liquor. She had listened quietly to his stories about Da Cheng, his voice light even as secrets filled his mind; she had not noticed then, her mind occupied with her own future.