Su Qingyu and Shen Z

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, at the Su family's inner residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face held a distinct air of triumph. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippled.。