Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, Su's family residence.,"I will still bear your mother's curses, for without a child, I have become the sinner of the Shen family.",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive face, her expression cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。