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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 · Geschichte
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308 Chs

Chapter 297

Translator: Aristophaneso

Helian Zheng immediately hollered: "Stop the carriages! Stop!"

The drivers all immediately pulled up, and curious eyes turned as Helian Zheng rode back down the line. Medora gripped the shaft, clinging to it with miserable strength. When Helian Zheng came into view, she looked up and cried out: "A-Ja… even if you don't want me… my corpse will still follow you…"

Helian Zheng pulled up at the unexpected words, freezing in the bright daylight.

 "A-Ja, what are you afraid of? How could I compete against your Queen? When I am like this?" Medora smirked sadly. "I know you protect her, and even though I'm like this you still protect her, but since you believe in her no matter what, take me with you. Ask her, ask your pure ice Queen whether my words have wronged her?"

Helian Zheng stared silently, his solid expression showing hints of cracks.