Who put the yellow robe on me?

Concubine De sat in the middle of Ningbo Palace, her brows furrowed and a look of uneasiness on her face.

Although I was a little worried about what Jiang Chen had just said, it didn't help.

Participate in the fight for succession?

It’s not that Concubine De hasn’t thought about this.

In other words, Concubine De was thinking about this all the time.

Although his son was not very promising, could this young man in front of him really succeed?

Concubine De slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

"Now that things have come to this, you must handle this matter properly."

When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and suddenly asked,

"Why do you covet the Ninth Prince's golden silk soft armor?"

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself: As expected, Concubine De still refuses to believe me.

But Jiang Chen naturally would not tell the truth.

"Mother, although I am quick-witted, I don't have any martial arts skills."

"After we handle this refugee incident, it's inevitable that we won't become a thorn in others' side."

"What's more, Lao Jiu hates me to the core."

"It's easy to do inside the palace, but if you leave the palace, it will be very inconvenient if you don't have one or two treasures to protect yourself."

Concubine De nodded slowly: "You have considered everything very comprehensively. Mother is also worried about your safety, so please be careful in everything."

"Yes, I will keep it in mind."

"However, you are right. If we leave the palace without the protection of experts, it will be very dangerous indeed."

De Fei paused, hesitated for a moment, and said,

"Our Bozhou Yang family is the leading family in the southwest, and we have a group of deadly servants. I sent a pigeon back a few days ago, and I think they will arrive in the capital in the next few days. Then they will protect you."

Jiang Chen expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, mother. I am deeply grateful."

However, I was wondering in my heart: Why didn’t you tell me when you sent a carrier pigeon back a few days ago?

Are these Deadpools really here to protect me?

still...?

The more I think about it, the more confused I get. I'd better just take it one step at a time.

However, at this moment.

Concubine De looked at Jiang Chen for a long time, lost in thought.

"If... this is really my Chen'er, how wonderful it would be."

Concubine De thought of her son who only knew how to spend his time in debauchery and pleasure every day.

He was already emaciated before he even reached adulthood, and was on the brink of life and death.

Ugh……

"Ah! Mother?" Jiang Chen interrupted Concubine De's thoughts.

De Fei recovered and said, as if she was afraid that Jiang Chen would notice something, "Mother is tired. I will return to the palace first!"

"Your son respectfully sends your mother off!"

After Defei left Ningbo Palace, for some reason, an idea kept lingering in her mind.

"I hope this doesn't lead to disaster."

……

After Concubine De left, Jiang Chen stood in the courtyard of Ningbo Palace.

If we just give up and stay in the palace all day, then the problem of refugees will not be solved, right?

In this way, he could fulfill the bet and leave the capital and never return.

However, in the court, no one except himself agreed to this matter.

If I don't care about the refugees, then aren't they innocent?

Jiang Chen paced back and forth for a long time before finally making up his mind.

Forget it, let's go outside the city to have a look...

Please do something for the poor people...

He turned to the guards beside him and said, "Get ready, we will head to the south of the city immediately."

The personal guard took the order and left. Soon, the group was ready to go.

Jiang Chen, accompanied by his guards, passed through the streets and alleys of the capital and arrived at the gathering place of refugees outside the city gate.

Tents and piles of simple huts can be seen everywhere.

Thousands of refugees, carrying their luggage, barely make a living here.

They were dressed in rags and looked haggard.

There was helplessness and despair in their eyes, and the air was filled with decay and hunger.

Some children leaned weakly in their mother's arms, their crying voices carried in the breeze.

Some old men held empty bowls in their hands, staring blankly ahead, as if they had lost hope for the future.

In the suburbs further away, new graves can be seen everywhere.

After seeing the refugees, Jiang Chen felt a pang of sadness.

He knew that the current situation of the refugees was worse than he had expected.

If he had not been caught and used as a substitute for the "Sixteenth Prince", perhaps he would have been one of them.

This further inspired his confidence in treating refugees.

Not far away, Jiang Chen saw a thin child squatting on the side of the road, gnawing on a hard steamed bun.

There were a few other children of similar age nearby.

"Where are your parents?" Jiang Chen walked forward and asked in a low voice.

The child just glanced at Jiang Chen, then lowered his head and continued to chew the steamed bun in his hand.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" A slightly older child among them came over and said to Jiang Chen.

Keep the younger children behind you.

"What's your name and how old are you?" Jiang Chen asked the half-grown child.

He didn't say anything, but took two steps back, keeping a distance from Jiang Chen, looking alert.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen turned around and took out two pancakes from his personal guard.

He came to the half-grown child and handed it over.

"Here, share these with them."

The half-grown child looked at Jiang Chen and hesitated for a moment, but finally took it.

He broke the two cakes and gave them to his brothers and sisters.

After taking the pancakes, the children devoured them voraciously.

"Sir, my name is Han Qingsong, and I'm thirteen years old."

After finishing the pancake, the half-grown child came over and spoke to Jiang Chen.

"Where are your parents?" Jiang Chen knew that Han Qingsong had let down his guard against him.

Han Qingsong lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his head with tears in his eyes.

"Mom and Dad haven't been home for several days because they've been trying to find food for us. I don't know if they'll ever be able to come back."

Jiang Chen's heart tightened, knowing that these children might have become orphans, but he was unwilling to let them lose hope.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you. Do you have any relatives now? Or is there anyone else who can take care of you?"

Han Qingsong shook his head. "No, now we are the only ones who depend on each other."

"Before she left, Mom told me to protect my younger brothers and sisters and wait for her to come back!"

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red. "Okay! Then you must protect your brothers and sisters! I will help you!"

"Yeah!" Han Qingsong nodded firmly.

……

On the city wall not far away, three women watched from afar everything Jiang Chen did.

"Miss, if we don't go back to study, the teacher will punish you!"

"Yuer, what are you afraid of? We brought Xiao Weier with us this time. The master will definitely not punish us!"

"Sister Rou, what do you want me to see when you asked me to come here?"

"Xiao Wei'er, don't you want to know how he will save these people without using the national treasury?"