The Imperial Concubi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat against the locked door with all her might.,For the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. It was a severe winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Thankfully, three years of forbearance hadn't been in vain.。