Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,Cheng Rujin, hearing this, not only did she not get angry, but she burst into laughter a few times. Then, gritting her teeth, she said: “I naturally have my own way, but in a while, it will be hard on elder sister. Don't scream too loudly.”,Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she said.。