In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,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 will finally be over. Ten years, a waste of a life, confined to the cold palace, enduring this cruel torment from that dog of a man. Day after day, I've borne the insatiable pain inflicted by my clan, a pain so intense it feels like death itself.。