Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

The winter of the 20th year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinct look of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.,You have nothing on me besides being the daughter of a marquis's family. If it weren't for your family background, how could I possibly lose to you。