In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,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.",Xue Wanqing clenched her fists, her shoulders shaking with grievance, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain. "Just because I refused to agree to the marriage that the Xie family arranged for me, because I wouldn't bring good fortune to the Xie family through this alliance, they slandered me and ruined my reputation. Xie Zhiwei, what qualifications do you have to accuse me"。