Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, Su's family residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive face, her expression cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。