In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, Su's residence.,Three days ago, her grandmother fell ill. She returned home to visit, and as soon as she stepped into the room where she had lived before marriage, she was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not incapable. He's just incapable when facing you."。