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The Rise of Phoenixes

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 · Histoire
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312 Chs

Chapter 258

An awkward air filled the room and everyone was silent except a confused and frowning Mudan Hua. "Which Prince Chu? The most powerful man in the Imperial Court? Weren't all the Imperial Presents gifted before you left Dijing? Why would one be sent over such a great distance? And addressed to…"

Her musings came to a screeching halt and her mouth snapped shut as she examined Helian Zheng with a curious eye. The young king turned away, sparing only a few simple words as he left: "Zhiwei, take care of Tsamuttu."

Without a second glance, he marched outwards and began calling out orders: "You, escort Dama Living Buddha to his quarters. Deliver the gift to the Queen's Residence in the Back Palace."

Mudan Hua listened to him go, "murmuring" quietly beside Feng Zhiwei: "My Doggy Ji truly has a generous heart…"