The Exclusive Daught

In the twelfth year of Yongjia, winter, heavy snow swirled.,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!",From Xie Zhiwei's corner, a surge of emotion once again overflowed, flowing along the white stream, shocking and astounding his gaze.。