In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.,I've waited for this day, a full ten years. Night and day I plotted, schemed, painstakingly dismantling the once glorious empire, draining every last ounce of my heart.。