In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande, at Su's residence.,Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,The Shen family's status is far too high for someone like Cheng Ruijin, the descendant of a traitor, to even dream of. Not to mention marrying in as the legitimate wife, even becoming a concubine is beyond his reach.。