In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not unable to, he's just incapable when facing you.",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes flickered with waves.。