Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen vaguely felt a warm force lifting him from the cold ground, and then placing him on the horse's back. The feeling of weakness all over his body and the dizziness in his head made him lose consciousness and his eyes went dark.

In my ears was the sound of the whistling wind and the rapid breathing of the war horses, as well as the faint metallic sound of swords clashing in the distance, as if a fierce battle was going on.

He tried to open his eyes to see what was happening around him, but his eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift them. His consciousness sank rapidly like a stone falling into an abyss. The sounds around him gradually faded away, eventually fading into silence.

Jiang Chen felt confused and trapped in an endless nightmare.

He dreamed that he was fighting fiercely with General Mammon on the battlefield. Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, he swung his sword with all his might, but General Mammon's sword was as powerful as a mountain. With a flash of cold light, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. He looked down and saw blood gushing out of the wound. His vision gradually blurred.

The next moment, he dreamed he was back in the Daliang Imperial Palace. The familiar yet unfamiliar palace walls around him made him feel oppressive. He was about to head towards the Emperor's chambers when he was suddenly stopped by a group of imperial guards. The leading commander looked at him coldly and said, "Sixteenth Prince, His Majesty has ordered you to return."

Jiang Chen was stunned. He was clearly the Sixteenth Prince, but the commander pointed inside the hall. Jiang Chen followed his gaze and saw a man who looked just like him sitting on the dragon throne, looking down at him majestically. It was none other than the original Sixteenth Prince.

Then, the scene suddenly shifted, and he was back in the present day, wearing a protective suit and standing in a hospital packed with patients. He held a syringe in his hand, facing a critically ill patient in desperate need of treatment. Just as he was about to inject, he felt dizzy, the needle in his hand suddenly broke, and the patient's breathing gradually weakened. The beds around him disappeared one by one, as if pushed down by an invisible force, and darkness gradually swallowed him...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chen struggled to wake up from the nightmare, gasping for breath.

He groggily opened his eyes, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. His forehead still felt hot, and everything in sight was still blurry. The air was filled with a faint medicinal aroma, and soft light shone through the tent curtains, falling on his weary face. He slowly regained consciousness and realized he was lying in an unfamiliar military camp.

He raised his head with an effort and looked around. The tent was simply furnished yet warm, with a few blankets embroidered with exotic patterns and a few carved wooden ornaments exuding a unique charm. The air was filled with a fresh fragrance, like the scent of some flowers and plants.

Just as he was wondering, a foreign woman in a light blue dress walked in lightly. She was holding a bowl of steaming hot medicine soup in her hand. Seeing Jiang Chen wake up, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

Her skin was fair, her eyes sparkled like stars, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently. Although she looked ordinary, she seemed exceptionally clever. She handed the medicine to Jiang Chen and said softly, "Sir, drink the medicine."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman in front of him, his heart full of questions: "Miss, thank you for saving me! May I know your name?"

The woman shook her head and said with a giggle, "Sir, the one who saved you was not me, but my daughter."

"Your daughter?" Jiang Chen asked, his curiosity growing. "May I ask what your daughter's maiden name is?"

The woman just smiled and didn't answer. Instead, she gently placed the medicine bowl beside his bed, then stood up and walked out of the tent.

Jiang Chen watched her disappear behind the curtain, his heart filled with doubts. Who was the person who saved him? Why was this woman so unwilling to reveal anything?

He looked down at the bowl of medicinal soup. It was thick and had a herbal scent that he had never smelled before.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

Just as he was hesitating whether to drink it, a clear and sharp laugh came from outside the tent: "Hey! The dignified sixteenth prince of Daliang, are you afraid of the poison in the soup?"

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and he looked up, only to see a graceful young woman walk in through the curtains. She was wearing an elegant long dress of a foreign race, the fabric embroidered with exquisite gold thread patterns, highlighting her noble status.

She has delicate facial features, picturesque eyebrows, fair and rosy skin, and a hint of cunning and stubbornness in her eyes. She is the third princess of Northern Qiang - Yelu Mengmeng.

"Third Princess?" Jiang Chen was stunned, his mind in a mess. "Why is it you?"

Yelu Mengmeng smiled brightly, with a hint of pride in her eyes: "How could it be me? If it weren't for me, Daliang would definitely be one less prince."

Jiang Chen recalled the scenes before he fell into coma. He fled alone on the battlefield, exhausted, and finally fell in the grass.

He remembered vague voices and confused footsteps, but he had no recollection of what happened next.

"What happened at that time? Are Zhong Xiaodan and the others okay?" Jiang Chen asked anxiously.

The Third Princess's eyes turned cold, with a hint of ridicule: "You still have the energy to care about others? You should take care of yourself first. If my guards hadn't happened to find you while on patrol, you would have been taken away by stray dogs long ago."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen was shocked and secretly thanked himself for being saved. He said gratefully, "Jiang Chen thanks the Third Princess for saving my life! If it weren't for the Third Princess' help, I..."

Yelu Mengmeng interrupted him with a wave of her hand, her eyes icy with coldness: "Save you? Who said they would save you?"

She suddenly pulled out a dagger from her waist, and the blade flashed coldly in the candlelight.

She slowly approached Jiang Chen, with a fierce light in her eyes.

"What if I tell you that I rescued you just to kill you with my own hands?" Yelu Mengmeng said with a sneer, the tip of the dagger slowly approaching Jiang Chen's chest.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, a hint of calmness and sarcasm in his eyes: "Oh? Really?"

Seeing that he showed no fear, Yelu Mengmeng seemed a little dissatisfied and snorted, "You don't believe it? Among the people I brought to Daliang, one is the fiancé my father betrothed to me.

But because of your Daliang war, he died on Dayan Mountain. Tell me, should I settle this account with you?

Jiang Chen was shocked when he heard Yelu Mengmeng's words. He stared into her eyes, trying to read her emotions, but Yelu Mengmeng's expression was very complicated, and Jiang Chen couldn't tell whether what she said was true or false.

Yelu Mengmeng slowly approached Jiang Chen. The dagger in her hand was already against Jiang Chen's chest. The blade touched his skin, and the chill penetrated into his heart.

Jiang Chen thought to himself that it was bad, because he had given his golden soft armor to Princess Thirteen. Now, if the dagger was used with a little force, his heart would be pierced instantly.

Although he didn't know whether Yelu Mengmeng was joking, he understood that he must not show weakness at this moment.

If I beg for mercy now, it will not only be useless, but it will also make her look down on me even more, and she might even stab me.

Jiang Chen's mind raced with thoughts, and then he smiled indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of provocation: "Oh? If Miss Mengmeng really wants to take my life, how about letting me die a full death?"

Yelu Mengmeng was stunned. She obviously did not expect Jiang Chen to say such words at such a critical moment of life and death.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the dagger paused for a moment: "Eat? You're about to die, and you still want to eat?"

Jiang Chen laughed heartily, pretending to be nonchalant. "Yeah, dying with a full stomach is better than dying with hunger. Besides, if Miss Mengmeng wants me to die with dignity, she'll at least let me have a full meal, right?"