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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 · Sejarah
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312 Chs

Chapter 224

Screams and scrambling, spluttered cries and coughed pleas. Tears and gasps and desperate struggle.

She never moved. She never blinked. She watched silently until the very end.

After a quarter of an hour, only silence remained.

The second tray was gently set at her feet.

 "Madam, take the Scattering Kung Fu Pill and dress." The Golden Feather Guard said quietly. "His Majesty awaits in the Ning An Palace."

Madam Feng quietly stood and turned, walking over to where Feng Hao lay.

The spoiled, lawless, domineering child that she had pampered and indulged, never to utter another sound on this earthly plane.

Madam Feng fell to her knees on the cold, hard iron floor and hugged her child one last time.

She gently wiped Feng Hao's cooling face, carefully cleaning away the mud and dirt.

Feng Hao's ruddy face was no more, paling and blue. Wind swept through the empty halls of the cold prison, deep and mournful whispers in the dark.