Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,"Auntie, don't waste your effort. You'll never leave this house for the rest of your life. Our husbands have even brought a doctor."。