In the winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, at the Su family's inner residence.,Cheng Rujin slightly raised her chin, coquettishly leaning closer to Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at Master Shen's funeral. His elders were discussing taking advantage of filial piety to get you married, but he was in his study with me, making love.",Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she spoke.。