Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

The winter of the twentieth year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Cheng Rujin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of triumph. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she was nearly out of patience.,Su Qingyu looked coldly at Cheng Ruijin, "Husband Who are you calling husband Do you even have any shame Dwelling on him is useless, you'll never be able to marry into the Shen family."。