Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Because she had nothing to show for herself, she was made difficult by her mother-in-law and ridiculed by her sisters-in-law. She endured all of this on her own.。