Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In winter of the 20th year of Xuande, Su's family residence.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Master Shen’s third grandson. His elders were discussing forcing you two into marriage under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study with me, making love.","Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。