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 ti 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 ."
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 deanor surely indicated there was sothing they must not know. Instantly, they all lowered their heads, trying to minimize their presence.
The Old Madam saw this and waved her hand, telling the servants in the room: "You all may leave."
"Yes."
The Old Madam and the Little Young Master had matters to discuss; the servants knew well not to overhear their master’s secrets. Upon receiving the command, they imdiately turned and exited.
They wanted to live a few more years and had no desire to hear any of their master’s secrets. The fewer secrets one knew in a large household, the better.
The Old Madam watched the servants close the door. Now only the two of them remained, and she turned to Situ Zhi: "Alright! Now that there’s no one here, tell , what is your plan?"
Situ Zhi remained silent, with a mysterious look on his face, stepping forward to the Old Madam and whispering a few words in her ear.
The Old Madam listened and repeatedly praised the idea.
"Oh dear! Zhizhi, despite your young age, I never thought you could co up with such a brilliant plan."
Situ Zhi was still young and greedy for credit; he wasn’t about to tell the Old Madam that the inspiration actually stemd from the situation at Prince Pu’s Mansion.
Qingyuo Pavilion.
Ti passed quickly; unknowingly, Xuexue had been in the Capital for several months already, and the end of the year was approaching as the weather grew increasingly colder.
Fine flurries of goose-feather-like snow drifted from the sky, covering rooftops and treetops with a thin layer of white.
Xuexue wore thick cotton clothes, hiding inside to learn embroidery; though she didn’t actually like the craft. In a past life, she had specifically invited a master to teach her in order to please the Fourth Prince, making her exceptionally skilled at it.
Zi Xia ca in from outside, carrying a small heating stove, her cheeks flushed red from the cold: "Miss, are you cold? Let add another heater for you. This weather is just unbearably chilly."
As she spoke, puffs of white breath escaped her lips.
"No need, it’s quite cozy inside."
She was proficient in martial arts and wasn’t as fragile as she appeared.
Zi Xia placed the small stove by Xuexue’s side and whispered, "Miss, the Second Miss, Third Miss, Fourth Miss, they have returned, and the Little Young Master went to the Old Madam’s place."
"Oh?"
Xuexue glanced at Zi Xia and said, "Just keep soone watching them."
"Don’t worry, everything is arranged."
"Alright."
The Old Madam had now openly challenged her; while Xuexue didn’t regard her highly, considering the losses she suffered in her past life, she wouldn’t let her guard down.
"Miss, you dressed as a wandering fortune-teller and went to Prince Pu’s Mansion the other day. It scared half to death."
Zi Xia understood facial disguise techniques, and her disguise thods were extrely fine, making it hard for anyone to spot flaws.
Speaking of which, two days ago, Situtu Xueer, as usual, took Zi Xia along when she left the General’s Mansion.
Zi Xia thought the Miss was going to inspect stores again and paid no attention, as it was often done. Who knew, after twisting and turning through the streets, they would end up at a garnt shop.
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