Madam Yu sat on the chair, listened to Butler Zhuang's words, and shook her head with a faint smile:
"He might have succeeded in his schemes, but Chiyin is also sufficiently forbearing. If he wants to seize the opportunity and turn the situation to his favor, no one can easily see through him."
Saying this, Madam Yu lifted her eyelids, glanced at Butler Zhuang, and casually remarked:
"See, even you've been deceived."
Butler Zhuang's heart skipped a beat, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face as he asked in disbelief, "Madam, your meaning is..."
"Could it be that Fourth Young Master is playing along deliberately—that he hasn't lost his memory?"
Butler Zhuang wondered inwardly: Is it possible?
Madam Yu replied, "It's merely a possibility. Yu Longshou always believes he has calculated everything to perfection, that everyone is within his grasp. What he fails to understand is that someone with feelings can never be completely controlled."
