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.","Yes." Xie Zhiwei stood up, ignoring the rage and killing intent in Xiao Changxuan's eyes, and walked towards him step by step. "Xiao Changxuan, when you exterminated my entire Xie family ten years ago, you should have thought there would be a day like today!","It's a pity, Xiao Changxuan. You'll never have another chance." Xie Zhiwei's lips curled into a mocking sneer, her eyes devoid of the fiery hatred and killing intent that had once burned within them. Instead, there was a sense of ease and indifference. "Xiao Changxuan, I've already spoken to the new emperor. He has spared your life, allowing you to taste the bitterness of being a dethroned ruler. From now on, every day, every moment, you and Xue Wanqing will kneel before the ancestral tablet of my Xie family, repenting and atoning for your sins…"。