Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,"Besides being the daughter of a marquis's household, what makes you superior to me If not for my family background holding me back, how could I possibly lose to you",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。