In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,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.,"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…"。