The Exclusive Daught

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.",A flash of light crossed Xie Zhiwei's eyes. If there was anyone in this world who deserved to be hated more than Xiao Changxuan, it would be this ungrateful wretch right before him.。