Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,And Cheng Ruijin was still holding a two-year-old child by the hand. She had never seen this child before, and Cheng Ruijin was also unmarried.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinctly proud expression. She had been waiting for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.。