Chapter 937 - 886: Finale (12)_4

Chapter 937: Chapter 886: Finale (12)_4

The case of dissected hearts was too shocking, so Wen Wan didn’t mention it to him, she just said, "Busy getting married."

"Huh?" Wen Shun was taken aback, then looked expectantly, "You’ve finally decided not to hang yourself on one tree anymore?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Wan pushed his approaching head away, "Is your brother-in-law that bad?"

"It’s not that he’s bad," Wen Shun said. "It’s just that he kept picking on me those years, and I just want to see the look on his face in the Capital, rushing to stop the wedding. It would be quite a scene."

Wen Wan rolled her eyes discreetly, thinking to herself that she was seen as someone’s possession a long time ago, before she even realized it, and even just mentioning a political marriage made someone jealous for quite some time. As for marrying someone else? Dream on in the next life!

Wen Shun looked at her with excitement, "Which nobleman has such good taste?"

Wen Wan smiled at him, "The Third Son from the Song Mansion in Ningzhou."

Wen Shun instantly pulled a face, "No way, after everything, you two can still make up?"

Wen Wan saw the words "boring" written all over his face.

Wen Wan: "I remember when I first arrived, you were quite hoping for me to reconcile with him. What’s changed? It’s only been a few days, and you’ve changed your mind?"

"I was short-sighted then," Wen Shun snorted quietly, "After staying in the Capital for some time, I’ve realized there are many who surpass him, especially in youth. My sister, being so beautiful, should find someone younger, more matching."

Wen Wan thought that Song Wei, far away in Ningzhou, would surely feel deeply hurt by this.

...

After settling the storefront, Wen Shun moved out of the Four Seas Inn with Dongzi the next day, relocating to the back of the shop.

When Wen Wan had a moment, she took a carriage to the Duke Lu Mansion to announce her and Song Wei’s marriage, shocking everyone in the room.

Lu Yanbin twitched his mouth, "Really? Cousin, you’re getting married at your age, is that even a thing?"

"It’s a thing if I say it’s a thing!" Wen Wan replied with a bright smile. "When the time comes, don’t forget to bring a gift."

Lu Yanbin choked on his tea, then looked at Duke Lu at the head of the room, whose expression was unreadable, "I told you, there had to be a reason for Cousin’s sudden capriciousness to marry a second time, turns out this was it!"

His eyes showed full sympathy for his grandfather, who was about to take a hit.

Duke Lu was pained when he heard the words about Wen Wan and Song Wei getting married again. As expected, the next moment he heard Wen Wan say, "I am a woman who follows her husband. The dowry should be for the husband’s family. Since Third Son likes grandfather’s collection, don’t forget to throw in a few more items!"

Lu Yanbin watched his grandfather’s embarrassment, quickly covering his involuntarily rising smile with a folding fan, his face full of schadenfreude, but when he met Lu Pingzhou’s gaze, he quickly cleared his throat and sat properly.

Duke Lu muttered under his breath, "You’re not here for a visit, you’re here to collect debts."

Wen Wan laughed, "Whatever you say, goes!"

Wen Wan observed closely, and though her grandfather kept a stern face, when he heard about her and Song Wei’s marriage, his brow clearly softened, showing his inner delight.

...

At the end of April, Empress Dong Han gave birth to a pair of little princes for Zhao Xi.

Upon learning it was two boys, Wen Wan was surprised, "How come I didn’t hear a bit about it beforehand?"

Zhao Xunyin shrugged, "I didn’t hear anything about the Empress carrying twins either."

Wen Wan became filled with anticipation, "His Majesty is exceedingly handsome, and the Empress is of first-class beauty too. The little princes they have must be adorable. Mother, let’s go see them."

"Wait for the third-day wash," Zhao Xunyin said. "On that day, even if you don’t want to, the palace will send someone to invite you."

On the day of the third-day wash, the palace was especially lively.

Dong Han’s birth mother, Mrs. Cao, had accompanied her in the palace since she was eight months pregnant, while her sister-in-law, from the Du Family, entered the palace with the other noblewomen today.

After greeting the Empress, the noblewomen took their seats on the armchairs outside, speaking in hushed tones to avoid disturbing her.

When Wen Wan arrived with Zhao Xunyin, the noblewomen quickly stood up to pay their respects.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Xunyin headed straight to the inner room, where she saw two nannies each holding a baby and feeding them. Mrs. Cao looked delighted, while Mrs. Du, her head down, seemed lost in thought.

The little babies were wrapped in red swaddling clothes, embroidered with blessings for a heavenly official, edged with fur. At just three days old, they hadn’t grown much yet, being twins, their small bodies lacked strength, making feeding a bit of a struggle.

Dong Han, reclining on the phoenix couch, smiled when she saw Wen Wan and Zhao Xunyin.

Curtsying, Zhao Xunyin and her daughter paid their respects.