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.",He was saved by a physician, who carefully planned for him, exerted every effort to help him ascend the throne and secure this vast territory.,Everything before his eyes slowly dissipated, and finally, only a handsome young man in silver armor with a crimson cloak billowing in the wind, carrying a gun and striding forward remained...。