Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,Chen Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face was clearly filled with smugness. She had waited for this day for so long, it felt like she was running out of patience.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Look into your heart and ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。