Wei Zhao could keenly sense Yu Tingwan's stiff body gradually relaxing.
He warmed the young lady's hands.
"But Heir Xiao insisted on saying I was idle, so I had to accept it."
These words weren't spoken in a lowered voice.
Shen Zhiyi looked puzzled: "The Heir is coming, why blame it on the General?"
Yu Tingwan no longer thought about the noise she had heard and was feeling better: "There is indeed something strange about this."
Xiao Huaian's eyelid twitched.
Shen Zhiyi: "I understand now."
Shen Zhiyi squinted, probing, "Heir Xiao, could he be coming for a certain young lady?"
No wonder he's being so secretive.
Xiao Huaian is a regular at brothels and taverns.
"Is the Heir planning to settle down and start a family?"
Xiao Huaian tightened his throat: "I'm not that young anymore."
"It seems it won't be long before we can drink at a wedding banquet. I wonder whose daughter it is. Could it be..."
Yu Tingwan listened expectantly.
"The Ninth Princess perhaps."
