The Exclusive Daught

In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,A flash of light crossed Xie Zhiwei's eyes. If there was anyone in this world who deserved to be hated more than Xiao Changxuan, it would be this ungrateful wretch right before him.,Xue Wanting suddenly woke up in alarm, pointing at Xie Zhiwei with a trembling finger. "You, it's you! Isn't it you who caused His Majesty to be unable to have children!"。