Su Luoyan chuckled and said, "How was I to know that little brother Wang Chong was the Prince of Yan, and His Highness the Prince of Yan was little brother Wang Chong?"
"Yuzao has been at his side for so long, yet she wouldn't send me a single piece of solid news. I raised that little maid for nothing."
Lu Moniang and Li Qingge both knew that Su Luoyan hardly thought she had raised Yuzao for nothing. She was showing off how well her investment had paid off.
The struggles at court had little to do with womenfolk like them. Even if those great aristocratic houses all wanted the Prince of Yan dead, none would refuse a marriage bestowed by the Empress.
Lu Moniang said, "Sister Li has finally wrapped up the White Chrysanthemum case and won justice for the innocent sisters harmed this time. That is truly a great accomplishment."
Li Qingge shook his head and said, "I can't take the credit. The Prince of Yan contributed a great deal."
Although Su Luoyan and Lu Moniang had been hiding in a Daoist abbey, they were no ordinary wandering heroines. Both had countless servants and ready access to news. They already knew everything that had happened in Tongzhou Prefecture, as well as the magnitude of Wang Chong's deeds.
Su Luoyan had sought vengeance for her younger brother, so she had to come thank him in person. Lu Moniang had also come down the mountain specifically because of White Chrysanthemum and needed to offer her thanks as well. But the two women could not simply go straight over; there needed to be a proper arrangement.
Sun Mingke, however, was itching to get going. Seeing the three women chatting endlessly, he said, "Senior sister, Sister Li, Sister Su, take your time chatting.