In the winter of the twentieth year of Xuande's reign, within the Su family mansion.,And Cheng Ruijin was still holding a two-year-old child by the hand. She had never seen this child before, and Cheng Ruijin was unmarried as well.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Cousin, he's not unable to, it's that he can't face you."。