Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, Su's family residence.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn stuck in her heart. Fortunately, three years of enduring it hadn't been in vain.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive face, her expression cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。