Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,Chen Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face was clearly filled with smugness. She had waited for this day for so long, it felt like she was running out of patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。