Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinctly proud expression. She had been waiting for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.,Shen Zhao actually had a child with Cheng Ruijin. Su Qingyu's heart felt as if it had been ripped out by a sharp blade, aching all over and trembling.。