Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where she lived before she got married, she was locked inside.,The crisp sound of a lock being picked echoed from outside, the door creaked open, but the person who entered surprised Su Qingyu.。