Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

The winter of the twentieth year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before I got married, I was locked inside.,The crisp sound of a lock clicking came from outside, the door creaked open, but the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.。