Who put the yellow robe on me?

Han Qingsong went out and talked to Dianzhang and others for a few words, and then returned to the mansion.

Jiang Chen pretended to glance at Han Qingsong casually, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Han Qingsong moved closer and whispered in Jiang Chen's ear, "Your Highness, Brother Dian and his men have sent people in disguise to infiltrate the vicinity of the manor. It seems they want to use the opportunity of tonight's banquet at the mansion to distract you and take advantage of the opportunity to make their plans."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Have you heard any more news?"

Han Qingsong nodded, his expression becoming more solemn: "According to our people's report, there seems to be a conspiracy going on in the manor. Minister of Revenue Cao Shouku and Minister of Personnel Wu Gongjin are discussing how to take the opportunity to suppress Your Highness's power.

They seem to be trying to falsely accuse you of corruption and malpractice when you left the palace to build your residence, in order to undermine His Majesty's trust in you."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen sneered, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "It is indeed these people. I expected that they would not give up. It seems that I can't just sit there and wait for death in this round."

He patted Han Qingsong's shoulder gently and whispered, "Keep watching their every move. If there is any movement, report it immediately. At the same time, make sure our people are not discovered."

Han Qingsong took the order and left. Jiang Chen took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and returned to the banquet.

He glanced at the guests present, especially the officials from the three provinces and six ministries, and other important officials. He sneered inwardly, knowing how many undercurrents lay hidden beneath this seemingly harmonious surface.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly fell silent. A guard hurried in, walked quickly to Jiang Chen's side, and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, there is a small group approaching from the northwest. They are not many, but they do not look like ordinary guests."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, already alert in his heart: "They are coming."

He whispered to Zhong Wenbin beside him, "General, it looks like we have some uninvited guests. Would you like to come with me to take a look?"

Zhong Wenbin had already noticed something was amiss and nodded immediately after hearing this: "Your Highness has given an order, how dare this old minister disobey?"

The two men quietly stood up, called a few capable guards, and walked out of the mansion.

In the darkness of the night, several dark shadows gradually approached the outskirts of Prince Yan's Mansion. Jiang Chen's gaze was as sharp as a torch, and he whispered to Zhong Wenbin, "General, these people are not simple. Judging from their skills, they are probably well-trained assassins."

Zhong Wenbin nodded and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Every time we leave the palace to build a new academy, there will be problems, big and small. We are well prepared for this."

At this moment, the black shadows suddenly moved and rushed towards Prince Yan's Mansion in several groups.

Jiang Chen sneered, "Sure enough, they're heading for Prince Yan's Mansion!"

Zhong Wenbin shouted, "Be on guard! Don't let them break into the mansion!" As soon as he finished speaking, the guards led by the general quickly formed a formation and stopped the black shadows.

The two sides soon engaged in close combat, and the sound of swords clashing rang out in the night sky, sounding particularly harsh.

Jiang Chen's eyes were cold, and he drew out the sword "Flying Dragon" given by the general without hesitation. With a flash of his body, he met an assassin rushing towards him.

The assassin was obviously also a master, with sharp swordsmanship and every move hitting the vital points.

Jiang Chen responded calmly, his "Flying Dragon" sword wielding a powerful momentum like a hurricane, yet his moves were merely showy and frivolous...

At this moment, Dianzhang suddenly appeared and forced the opponent to retreat with just a few moves.

On the other side, Zhong Wenbin was fighting fiercely with several assassins.

He fought three assassins alone, his swordsmanship steady and powerful, making it look like he was lifting heavy objects with ease. The assassins couldn't get close to him at all, and could only retreat and barely defend themselves.

The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and the assassins were clearly at a disadvantage.

Zhou Liangwei and his companions seized the opportunity, found a flaw, and pierced the opponent's shoulder with a sword. The assassin groaned, the sword in his hand slipped out, and he fell to the ground.

"Tell me! Who sent you here?" Jiang Chen asked coldly, putting the tip of his sword close to the assassin's throat.

A trace of determination flashed in the assassin's eyes, and he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but Jiang Chen hit him in the neck with a quick palm and he fainted.

Seeing this, Zhong Wenbin quickly subdued the remaining two assassins and ordered them to be tied up. Jiang Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said coldly, "Take them away and hand them over to the Ministry of Justice for interrogation."

Back in the main hall, the guests had stopped drinking and having fun and were observing the fight outside the hall.

Jiang Chen sat back in the main seat, raised his glass and smiled at everyone, "Come on, keep drinking, don't leave until you're drunk!"

However, behind his smile, there was a deeper level of doubt and vigilance. Although he had easily resolved the assassination incident tonight, he knew that this was only the tip of the iceberg and the real danger lay ahead.

However, the ministers had long lost interest in drinking and found excuses to leave.

In the early morning of that day, the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and a thin fog enveloped the entire Prince Yan's Mansion.

The busy servants in the mansion were moving around in the courtyard, making final preparations in an orderly manner for the Sixteenth Prince who was about to go to war.

Jiang Chen was wearing a light military uniform and a "Flying Dragon" sword given by the general on his waist. He looked energetic, but there was a hint of contemplation between his brows.

He walked to the front hall and called Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan to his side.

The two were his most trusted confidants. Ever since he decided to go on an expedition to the Western Regions, he had been thinking about how to let them properly manage the affairs of the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan are both smart and capable people, and they are the right-hand men he gradually trained during this period.

Jiang Chen spoke slowly, "Qingsong, Liyan, I'm going to the Western Regions this time, and I'll leave all the affairs of Prince Yan's Mansion to you two. If you encounter any problems or questions, please consult the Thirteenth Princess and He Xiaowei. They will help you deal with them."

Han Qingsong straightened his back, his eyes determined, and replied, "Sir, you can rest assured. When you return triumphantly, I will definitely take care of the affairs of the mansion in an orderly manner, so that you won't have to worry."

Feng Liyan followed suit and said, "Yes, Your Highness, we will do our utmost to protect Prince Yan's Mansion and will not allow anyone to take advantage of us."

Jiang Chen looked at the two people in front of him. From refugees who only knew how to fight, to his right-hand men who could share his worries, Jiang Chen felt relieved.

Over this period of time, he had witnessed their loyalty and abilities and knew he had chosen the right people.

He smiled, patted their shoulders, and said with some encouragement: "With you here, I feel relieved. The future of Prince Yan's Mansion still depends on you to take care of it."

Just as he finished speaking, a guard came from outside the door to report: "Your Highness, the army is ready to go, please set off quickly."

Jiang Chen nodded and said to Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan, "I'm getting ready to leave. You guys stay home!"

The two nodded in response and watched Jiang Chen walk out of the front hall with an upright posture and a determined gaze, as if he had already made a vow in his heart to win.

The army led by Jiang Chen and General Zhong Wenbin marched forward in a mighty force with flags flying.

The sound of horse hooves shattered the morning tranquility. The soldiers stood ready, their spirits high. Along the way, Jiang Chen was in high spirits, full of anticipation for the upcoming battlefield.

However, on the second day of the march, when Jiang Chen was patrolling the military camp, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a young cavalryman who looked very familiar.

The cavalryman was thin and wore simple soldier's uniform and armor. His helmet was pulled down low, as if he was trying to hide his face.

Jiang Chen's heart moved. This man looked extremely familiar, both in terms of his body shape and riding posture.

He frowned slightly, rode closer, and looked at the cavalryman sharply. The cavalryman obviously also noticed Jiang Chen's approach and turned his head slightly, but did not dare to look him in the eye.

Jiang Chen suddenly whipped his whip and shouted, "Cavalrymen in front, raise your heads!"

The cavalryman was startled and slowly raised his head, revealing his pretty face.

Jiang Chen was stunned. This person was none other than the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou.