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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.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an expressionless face, her face cold and hard. Only in the depths of her eyes did a ripple appear.。