The Old Madam was also becoming worried; Situ Yongjie loved his daughter dearly, and would not easily agree to marry Situtu Xueer to the War Prince, whose face was already ruined.
Even if the War Prince was of high power and status, so what?
"It's not that easy. This matter needs careful planning."
Situ Zhi's mind flashed to the time his maternal grandfather's family was terribly deceived by a wandering fortune-teller.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit him, and Situ Zhi thought of a plan. He raised his small face, his eyes glowing as he looked at the Old Madam: "Grandmother."
"Hmm?"
"Grandson has a clever plan."
"Tell me."
Situ Zhi glanced around, looking as if he wanted to speak but couldn't.
The maid and the old maid nearby were also sharp people; the Young Master's demeanor surely indicated there was something they must not know. Instantly, they all lowered their heads, trying to minimize their presence.