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.",Ten years ago today, the piercing wails and shouts echoed through the courtyard walls, reaching my ears. My upright and honest father, who had dedicated his life to serving the great Yong dynasty, treated his stepmother as his own mother, and his younger brother, who was not yet of age, and his nephew, who was still young and innocent...,If there is an afterlife, I will repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, so that he will never be reborn.。