The note read: Changing fate is not just your matter, wait for .
Wen Wan’s heart raced, her eyes seed to have grown roots on these few words, and they didn’t move away for quite so ti.
Zhao Xunyin regarded her reaction with curiosity and asked, "What did Third Son write?"
Unless my mory fails , this letter should be Third Son’s response to Wanwan’s journey to Bei Yan.
Wen Wan quickly pocketed the note and smiled at Zhao Xunyin, "I’ll tell you in a few days."
"Why so secretive?" Zhao Xunyin muttered, but she wasn’t offended; seeing her daughter truly smile after so many days filled her with joy.
Wen Wan was in high spirits, enjoying lunch with Zhao Xunyin and Yan Li. Feeling idle afterwards, she asked Dou Kou to invite the famous Six Smooth Troupe from the Capital to perform.
Although the Changning Marquis Mansion didn’t often hold performances, it had set up a theater for any impromptu needs.
When the Six Smooth Troupe arrived, there was no need to set up the stage laboriously; they could start singing directly in the theater.
Wen Wan enthusiastically helped Dou Kou and Linglong prepare sunflower seeds, snacks, and hot tea, then invited Zhao Xunyin and Yan Li over.
The theater troupe was lively, but there were few spectators. Zhao Xunyin suggested, "Why don’t we delay the start a bit and have soone send an invitation to the Lu Family to join us?"
"No need." Wen Wan pouted, "By the ti they arrive, the flowers will have wilted. Besides, the rumors outside, my grandparents must have heard them by now, and they likely wish I wouldn’t show up at the Lu Family to disgrace them. If I were to send an invitation, wouldn’t I be asking to be scolded?"
Back when Wen Wan divorced, Old Mrs. Lu was incredibly upset, but it was at the Song family’s morial hall, so she found it inappropriate to say much. Later, Zhao Xunyin visited a few tis, perhaps expressed sothing, and Old Mrs. Lu didn’t actively seek out Wen Wan to bla her, nor did she ask her to visit the Lu Family.
As for Duke Lu, when Zhao Xi agreed to allow Wen Wan into the court, he had just taken over the Liaodong Iron Mine, headed to Liaodong for a period, and upon return, found Wen Wan had beco a favorite of Emperor Xuanjing. This made his face darken with anger; every ti he saw Wen Wan at the Political Discussion Hall, he had the urge to throw her out. Nevertheless, he always restrained himself, and when they t, he refrained from greeting her, fuming silently.
Wen Wan simply shrank back like a quail, avoiding the Lu Family and not provoking anyone there actively.
After all, with her mother covering for her, no matter what she did, even if they were angry, they couldn’t do anything to her.
Zhao Xunyin just thought her daughter’s mood was exceptionally good today and wanted to add a few more people to keep things lively. Since Wen Wan was unwilling, she didn’t force it and sat down pulling Wen Wan with her, instructing Dou Kou, "Go tell the troupe master they can start once they’re ready."
Dou Kou responded and headed to the backstage, and Wen Wan leaned on Zhao Xunyin’s shoulder, coquettishly saying, "I knew it, mother is the best."
Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help but sigh, "When news of your marriage for peace spreads, no matter how well I’ve planned, your grandparents will certainly inquire."
"We’ll deal with it when the ti cos," Wen Wan said nonchalantly, grabbing so sunflower seeds to munch on.
Just as the theater troupe was about to start, a woman hurriedly ca from the second entrance to report, "Princess, Commandery Princess, the Princely Heir of Prince Liang has co again."
As she spoke, a hint of distaste appeared on her face. What a nuisance, always running to the Changning Marquis Mansion, tainting the Commandery Princess’s reputation, clearly an unashad philanderer!
Wen Wan smirked, "Invite him in!"
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