Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, inside the Su family home.,The crisp sound of the lock being picked echoed from outside. The door creaked open slowly, but the person who entered surprised Su Qingyu.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, her face cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。