Wang Bin Resigns

"Then when the time comes, go ask Earl Haichang!" Yang Zhengshan said.

That was how the nobility's circles were—twist seven ways and turn eight, and everyone could be connected somehow.

"And Wanting's marriage should be settled too!" Yu Qingyi cut in.

Yang Zhengshan tugged at the little girl's hand that was gripping his beard. The girl was already asleep, yet she still would not let go of his beard.

As he carefully pried the little girl's hand open, he said, "Didn't you say Marquis Nanyang's youngest son was very good?"

"He already has a betrothal!" Yu Qingyi said, rather helplessly.

Yang Zhengshan thought about it. "What about Zhou Xu's grandson?"

"He has a betrothal too!"

Yang Zhengshan racked his brains and thought for a long while before suddenly thinking of a candidate. "How old is Liu Zhe's grandson?"

Yu Qingyi thought about it. "He seems to be sixteen or seventeen too! I just don't know if he has a betrothal!"

When marrying off a daughter, one naturally had to look for a familiar household. Qu Shaogong had been Yang Wanqing's own choice, but for Yang Wanting, Yang Zhengshan still wanted to find a household he knew well.

Zhou Xu and Liu Zhe could both be considered his old friends. If he could become in-laws with them, Yang Zhengshan was still very willing.

Yu Qingyi, however, said with some worry, "Liu Zhe is a born philanderer. His grandson wouldn't be the same as him, would he?"

"..."

Yang Zhengshan had forgotten about that.

Liu Zhe had always prided himself on being romantic and unrestrained. In the past, he had even taken Lin Zhan to visit brothels. Who knew whether his grandson was the same as him?

If he was the same, then Wanting definitely could not be married over.

"Not necessarily.