Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

The winter of the 20th year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinct look of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。