Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In winter of the 20th year of Xuande, Su's family residence.,The crisp sound of a lock clicking echoed from outside, the door creaked open, but who walked in surprised Su Qingyu.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear expression of pride graced her face. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.。