He felt that Xiao Yu was being somewhat wronged.
Xiao Yu was only twenty-six years old, older than Su Miaoyan, but when compared to that Ninth Prince from Su Yingxue's family...
He was still somewhat younger, wasn't he?
And their young master had only delayed getting married because of his business dealings, not to the point of becoming the "old man" Su Yingxue described.
Xiao Yu's features were cool and collected, and on his face that seemed to show no emotion, his thin lips parted slightly, "The words of the Ninth Princess Consort, I fear the Ninth Prince has not heard. When I have time, I will certainly have a good talk with His Highness."
Su Yingxue raised an eyebrow, "Thinking of tattling to His Highness? As you like! But let me tell you, Xiao Yu, keep away from my sister. You sly old man, just find a madam from the Xiao family for yourself. Our Miss from the Marquis's Manor, you'd best not touch."
Otherwise, they would turn from partners into enemies!
