The steward's heart ached a little.
But Ji Huo just happened to be the most troublesome scion in Shengjing.
"Princely Heir, why have you come?"
He carefully put on a smiling face, "Today, at Duke Wei Mansion, we have guests, and everyone is busy to the point of chaos. Unfortunately, our Eldest Young Master is confined to his sickbed. If the Princely Heir doesn't have anything important, perhaps another time—"
"No worries."
Ji Huo interrupted him, "I came precisely because he's confined to his sickbed."
He thoughtfully glanced at the noisy street, crowded with passersby, "Since there are guests at home, and I happen to be free, why don't I help Brother Wei with receiving them."
Brother Wei?
On his way here, he had clearly been calling Eunuch Wei.
True to form as a regular in high society, Ji Huo was always especially kind and protective of women: "Why are you still standing there? Go find some chairs, for my two delicate sisters can't be tired out."
