Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Besides being the daughter of a marquis's household, what else do you have that surpasses me If not for my family background, how could I possibly lose to you。