Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I walked into the room where I lived before I got married, I was locked inside.,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.。