"Then we shall inquire with Marquis Haichang!" Yang Zhenshan said.
Therein lies the nature of the circle of nobles, so intricately related that everyone is connected in one way or another.
"Also, it's about time to settle Wan Ting's marriage!" Yu Qingyi interjected.
Yang Zhenshan tugged at the little lass who had fallen asleep, yet still clutched onto his beard without letting go.
While he carefully pried the girl's hand open, he said, "Didn't you say that the youngest son of Marquis Nanyang was quite decent?"
"He already has a marriage arrangement!" Yu Qingyi said helplessly.
Yang Zhenshan thought for a while, "How about Zhou Xu's grandson?"
"He has an arrangement too!"
Yang Zhenshan racked his brains, and after a long while, suddenly thought of a candidate, "How old is Liu Zhe's grandson now?"
Yu Qingyi thought for a bit, "He's also about sixteen or seventeen! Just not sure if he has an arrangement."
