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 looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive expression, his face cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes rippled with emotion.。