Steward Fei heard this and pretended to speak with righteous indignation. "Young Master, you're right. I'm just worried that if those two keep being so awkward with each other, it'll delay Miss's marriage."
Wang Quan Ba Ye was good at cultivation and fighting, but when it came to reading people and plotting, he was at least a hundred thousand miles behind Steward Fei.
After hearing Steward Fei's words, Wang Quan Ba Ye was indeed no longer calm. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Does my father know about this?"
Steward Fei nodded without changing his expression and said with certainty, "Of course the Patriarch knows. He's waiting for you to come propose once you've recovered. After all, it would be one thing if Madam Su, as an elder, went to propose, but now it's only Second Madam..."
Wang Quan Ba Ye understood what Steward Fei meant and said, "Then I'll go ask my father!"
With that, he went to find Wang Quan Shou Zhuo. He wasn't sure whether Steward Fei was telling the truth, but he trusted that his father wouldn't lie to him.
Everything, though, had gone according to Steward Fei's plan. Smiling, he watched Wang Quan Ba Ye walk away with his hands behind his back, thinking to himself,
The Young Master is still too young. I suppose these old bones of mine will have to hold on for a few more years.
Wang Quan Ba Ye asked Wang Quan Shou Zhuo, and naturally got the same answer Steward Fei had given him. So he followed Steward Fei's advice and made a grand trip to Chaoge City to discuss the marriage between Wang Quan Zui and Wang Yue.
Wang Quan Zui was out shopping in Chaoge City with two little troublemakers—or rather, one young woman and one little