Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, Su's family residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.,"I will still bear your mother's curses, for without a child, I have become the sinner of the Shen family."。