Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,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.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Look into your heart, how have I treated you these past few years"。