Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,The Shen family's status is far too high for someone like Cheng Ruijin, the descendant of a criminal, to even dream of. Let alone becoming the main wife, even as a concubine, Cheng Ruijin wouldn't be qualified.,Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she said.。