Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

The winter of the 20th year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,"Cousin, don't bother. You'll never leave this house for the rest of your life. Our husbands have even brought a doctor."。