In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, inside the Su family home.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of satisfaction. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost out of patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, her face cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。