Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance were not in vain.,"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"。