In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,At this moment, Xiao Changxuan truly regretted his actions. He had once thought it was Qing'er's inability to bear children that forced him to take a concubine, hurting Qing'er's heart. Little did he know, it was all Xie Zhiwei, that despicable woman, who was behind it all. He should have suspected her long ago.,Xie Zhiwei slowly closed her eyes, a serene smile gracing her lips, filled with anticipation...。