In winter of the 20th year of Xuande, Su's family residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear expression of pride graced her face. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.,Su Qingyu looked coldly at Cheng Rujin, "Husband Who are you calling husband Do you even have any shame You can't marry into the Shen family. It's pointless for you to dream about it. You'll never be able to enter their gates."。