In winter of the 20th year of Xuande's reign, inside the Su family residence.,Cheng Rujin's voice was soft, and a clearly proud expression was on her face. She had waited for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin and, with a hint of pride and mischief, leaned close to Su Qingyu, whispering in a low voice: "You mean the first time Let me think... it was at the funeral of Third Master Shen. While his elders were scheming about getting us married under the guise of filial piety, he was with me in his study, making love."。