Li Qingge felt something was very wrong.
Su Luoyan had noticed something was wrong long ago.
Though Lu Moniang was fuming, she too realized they had fallen for Wang Chong's nasty trick. They had chased Sun Mingke all this way, and although he clearly had not gone far beyond the city, they simply could not catch up.
Wang Chong was delighted to have three gorgeous beauties along. He thought to himself, As a young martial-arts prodigy, strolling around with heroines of the martial world is the proper custom! He did not know where Sun Mingke had run off to either. But did that matter? It did not matter in the slightest.
Lu Moniang jumped off her horse in fury, drew her short saber, and shouted, "You, Wen! You owe me an explanation."
Wang Chong wiped his face and said, "Heroine Lu, don't be impatient."
Lu Moniang snapped, "If you wanted to gather information about Ba Prefecture, you could have sent anyone. How could you send my junior brother?"
Wang Chong chuckled, scratched his head, and had no answer. His encouragement of Sun Mingke to scout Ba Prefecture truly had not been some passing whim, something done as casually as a webnovel author writing without an outline. He had a legitimate reason. Although "Wen Zhengchun, Prince of Yan" had nearly been framed to death, he was not Song Jiang, imprisoned for inscribing a rebellious poem, nor some eunuch whose home had yielded a dragon robe, nor Zhao Da, draped in a yellow cloak, still less Zhu Di, whose own brothers had been driven mad or hounded to death and whose princely powers were to be stripped away. He was the Empress's own son, her only beloved son at that. Having nearly been framed to death, was he not allowed a little