Xiao Changxuan kicked open the heavy doors of the Cold Palace with one kick. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, Xie Zhiwei, dressed in a pure white robe, raised his head and smiled when he saw the arrival. "Ten years," he said, "it's finally come.","Not bad!" Xie Zhiwei's lips curled into a faint smile. "All my family members are dead, and you are still alive. It is already against the natural order. What right do you have, Xiao Changxuan, to have descendants",Everything will finally be over. Ten years, a waste of a life, confined to the cold palace, enduring this cruel torment from that dog of a man. Day after day, I've borne the insatiable pain inflicted by my clan, a pain so intense it feels like death itself.。