In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, inside the Su family home.,She hasn't eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. It's winter again, and her body can't take it anymore.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, coquettishly leaned closer to Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You said first time I'll think about it, it was at the funeral of the third master Shen. His elders were studying how to take advantage of filial piety to marry you off, but he was in his study with me, tossing and turning."。