In winter of the 20th year of Xuande, Su's family residence.,The crisp sound of a lock clicking echoed from outside, the door creaked open, but who walked in surprised Su Qingyu.,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."。