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In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, Su's residence.,The sound of a crisp lock being opened came from outside, the door slowly creaked open, but the person who entered surprised Su Qingyu.,Chén Rújǐn's voice was soft, and her face held a clear expression of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.。