The Imperial Concubi

Cheng Rujin's voice was soft, and a clearly proud expression was on her face. She had waited for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Thankfully, three years of forbearance hadn't been in vain.,Shen Zhao stared at Su Qingyu with a blank expression. His face was cold and hard, but his deep eyes rippled with emotion.。