Triplets: Lucky Mommy is a Beautiful Badass-Chapter 532 - Bestowed A Marriage 7

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Wen Mansion.

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Wen Chuji was the first female scholar in the capital. Her grandmother was the deputy minister of the Ministry of Revenue. In addition to the fact that she was friendly and attractive, she had held great prestige in Capital City ever since childhood. Growing up as an upper-class girl, she had shown outstanding talent. It was said that the little empress had plans to get Wen Chuji to join the Ministry of Rites in a few years, starting her off as an agent.

Therefore, Wen Chuji had been very popular in Capital City for many years. No one had dared to push her to get married when she came of age—they only dared ask which young master she was interested in.

Of course, Wen Chuji had heard about the Lu family matter. Hence, when noon came, she summoned a posse of ladies from the capital circle to the back garden of her residence. They sat in the tea pavilion and ordered refreshments alongside cakes and fruit.

Of course, these noblewomen knew Wen Chuji’s objective for gathering everyone—but no one dared speak so easily.

This was because, after all these years, they understood what she was thinking.

Now that the Young Master Lu had been bestowed a marriage, Wen Chuji’s little scheme had fallen through… but as if they would dare speak about it!

A noblewoman pondered for a while before broaching the topic first.

“Have you all heard about the Lu family?”

Wen Chuji frowned and said, “If I hadn’t heard about it, I wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to have you all come to my residence.”

Another noblewoman said, “Sister Wen, we know that Lu Yan is going to get married, but we don’t know who he is marrying.”

Someone said, “I immediately asked my father to find out more about this. Guess who that little country girl is?”

Someone promptly answered, “Although I’m not completely clear about the situation, I’d guess it’s the little lady who’s related to the young grand master. She was very well-known in the upper-class circles of the capital some time ago.”

Wen Chuji’s face was as black as the bottom of a charred pot. “Exactly!”

The moment this was brought up, several of the little ladies began to chatter.

“I also heard that. I heard she;s a little widow. A little woman who bore three children before she was married!”

The jaws of all the noblewomen at the scene almost hit the ground.

“How can that be? Why would Lu Yan be bestowed such a frivolous person? Forget about her being a little country sl*t who has no self-respect—she even has three children… My God.”

“I think her name is… Qi Qingyao?”

“It doesn’t matter what her name is. The more important question is how such a person could actually be fitting for Lu Yan? He is the young master of the Senluo Chamber of Commerce!”

“Exactly, the only person who can match up with Lu Yan is our Sister Wen!”

“Sister Wen has been waiting for so many years. She has not gotten married even up until now, at 19 years old, because she wanted to marry into the Lu family. Who would have thought she would be beaten by a little widow!”

These noblewomen started to feel outraged for Wen Chuji!

They had always followed Wen Chuji’s lead because, in their eyes, Wen Chuji was not only talented, but also had the most promising future. She might have even been able to take over the position of deputy minister of the Ministry of Rites in the future!

Naturally, one would have to engage in flattery in advance.

As they were talking, the sounds of yellow warblers rose from the courtyard.

“We’re late.”

Wen Chuji looked over, then stood up and said, “Liluo, we’ve been talking for a while now. Why have you only just arrived? Bring your cousin over and take a seat.”

Jiang Liluo sat down with Jiang Siliu beside her and asked, “What were you all talking about?”

A noblewoman said with a smile, “We were talking about the little widow Lu Yan is about to marry. Qi Qingyao or something.” She snuck a glance to see Wen Chuji’s expression as she spoke.

Jiang Siliu had not sat down for long before getting back up to her feet, stunned. “Ah, is it actually Qi Qingyao?”