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.,If there is an afterlife, I will repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, so that he will never be reborn.,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.。