In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,Ten years ago today, the piercing wails and shouts echoed through the courtyard walls, reaching my ears. My upright and honest father, who had dedicated his life to serving the great Yong dynasty, treated his stepmother as his own mother, and his younger brother, who was not yet of age, and his nephew, who was still young and innocent...,"Not bad!" Xie Zhiwei's lips curled into a faint smile. "All my family members are dead, and you are still alive. It is already against the natural order. What right do you have, Xiao Changxuan, to have descendants"。