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, for six years you were raised in my Xie family. For over a decade, we nurtured and cared for you, treating you the same as my own sisters. We never mistreated you in any way. The Xie family never expected anything in return. It's fine that you slept with Xiao Changxuan, but why would you hate the Xie family so much”,"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"。