Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, inside the Su family home.,The crisp sound of the lock being picked echoed from outside. The door creaked open slowly, but the person who entered surprised Su Qingyu.,"I'm afraid you're overthinking things, even considering adopting a child. It wouldn't be the end of the world if we never consummated our marriage."。