Emperor Xiao Chang was flustered and humiliated, clutching his sword as he rushed into the Cold Palace. His consort, Xue Wanqing, followed close behind, adorned with a crown of nine jewels and wearing her finest robes.,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...,In the next life, may I meet you all in Huangquan. Grandfather, father, mother, and my younger brothers, can you please forgive me。