Who put the yellow robe on me?

When He Xiaowei heard Jiang Chen's question, she lowered her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow in the candlelight.

She bit her lower lip lightly, appearing a little hesitant, not daring to look directly into Jiang Chen's eyes.

"I don't know if this news is accurate," she finally spoke. Her voice was soft, but it was remarkably clear in the quiet room. "I just occasionally heard Grandpa shaking his head and sighing. When Grandma asked him why, he said that His Majesty was not feeling well."

She raised her head, her eyes full of worry. "I also happened to pass by Grandpa's study and heard some fragments of the conversation. I don't know if it's true or not."

Jiang Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes deep and solemn.

His fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. He felt a heavy pressure on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Your Majesty is not feeling well..." he repeated in a low voice, his voice filled with deep worry and uneasiness. A tangle of thoughts flooded his mind.

He thought of a series of unusual events that had occurred recently: the sixteenth prince returned to the capital, and his father suddenly fell ill. These two things did not seem to be a coincidence.

"Is there a deeper conspiracy behind this?" He thought to himself, and the worry between his brows deepened.

Jiang Sirou stood aside, also with a look of shock on her face.

She gently covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. "Father...how could he be like this?" Her voice trembled, sounding incredibly fragile.

Before she finished speaking, tears finally began to flow down her cheeks, sparkling in the candlelight. She was shaking and seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, He Xiaowei quickly stepped forward, gently embraced Jiang Sirou in her arms, patted her back gently, and whispered to comfort her: "Sister Sirou, don't worry too much, maybe it's just a misunderstanding."

Jiang Sirou leaned on He Xiaowei's shoulder and burst into tears, her voice full of helplessness and sadness: "Xiaowei, if something really happened to our father, what should we do?"

He Xiaowei stroked her hair and said softly, "Everything will be fine. We will definitely find a way."

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sounds being the other's breathing and the rustling of leaves in the breeze outside.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that he had to stay awake and not be swayed by his emotions. He walked to the window and looked out at the hazy night in the distance, his mind full of thoughts.

"Xiaowei," he turned his head and looked at her with a firm yet gentle gaze, "Can you please find out more about why our father's dragon body is in such poor condition?"

He Xiaowei nodded, a glint of determination flashed in her eyes: "I will do my best, but it may take some time."

Jiang Chen nodded and smiled gratefully: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss He."

He walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was already a little cold, and tasted slightly bitter. He took a sip, feeling the fragrance of the tea permeate his mouth, but at the moment he had no intention of savoring it.

"If this news is true, the situation in the palace may become even more complicated," he said in a deep voice, a hint of worry and thought flashing in his eyes. "We must find out the truth as soon as possible so that we can formulate our next plan."

Just then, there was the sound of light footsteps outside the door. Dianzhang's voice echoed outside the door, low and urgent: "Your Highness, I have an important matter to report."

Jiang Chen walked over quickly and opened the door.

Dianzhang stood outside the door with a serious expression, a furrowed brow, and a hint of eagerness and anxiety in his eyes.

"Dianzhang, what's wrong?" Jiang Chen made way and motioned him to enter the house.

Dianzhang walked quickly into the room, bowed respectfully to Jiang Chen, then raised his head with a serious expression.

"Your Highness, I just received a letter via carrier pigeon saying that General Xianyu was followed on his way back to Beijing." He whispered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Jiang Chen frowned, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes: "Has General Xianyu found out who is following him?"

"General Xianyu didn't alert the enemy and didn't proactively investigate their identities," Dianzhang replied. "He was worried that if he did, his identity might be exposed."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "He is right. We should not confront the enemy head-on now. We need to use static to control dynamic."

He thought for a moment, then gave the order: "Dianzhang, send a pigeon to Xianyu Linyuan immediately, telling him not to investigate the people who are following him, to stick to the original plan, and not to expose himself."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Dianzhang accepted the order and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment," Jiang Chen stopped him, his eyes piercing. "Dianzhang, you need to sneak into the palace immediately and find out what has happened recently, especially about the health of our father."

He paused, then added, "The situation in the palace is complicated. You must act with caution and not act rashly."

Dianzhang nodded solemnly: "I understand, and I will complete the task."

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, his eyes full of trust: "Thank you for your hard work, be careful on the road."

Dianzhang bowed again and quickly left the room.

At this moment, Zuo Yongyu also walked in quickly, looking a little excited, but more solemn.

He clasped his fists towards Jiang Chen and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I have news to report."

Jiang Chen looked at him and nodded slightly: "General Zuo, please speak."

Zuo Yongyu took a short breath and then said, "I just received news that Generals Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde are expected to arrive in Yunzhou the day after tomorrow."

When Jiang Chen heard this, a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Zhou and Deng were both his trusted generals, and if he could join forces with them, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

He pondered for a moment and seemed to have made some decision.

He looked at Zuo Yongyu with a determined gaze and said, "General Zuo, send a pigeon to Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde immediately, asking them to change their route and head directly to the capital."

Zuo Yongyu was a little surprised and frowned slightly: "Your Highness, are you planning to..."

Jiang Sirou also looked at Jiang Chen in surprise and couldn't help asking, "Sixteenth brother, do you want to leave for the capital now?"

Jiang Chen nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Yes, we will set off for the capital now, without delaying any longer."

He Xiaowei looked worried. She stepped forward, gently pulled Jiang Chen's sleeve, and said softly, "Sixteenth Prince, the capital is full of enemies right now. Isn't it too risky for you to rush there like this?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked into her eyes that were filled with worry, and his heart felt warm.

He gently held He Xiaowei's hand and said gently, "Xiaowei, I understand your concerns. But as the saying goes, 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' We have no way out now."

He paused and continued, "So many things have happened in the palace. We must find out the truth as soon as possible and can't just sit there and wait for death."

He Xiaowei blushed and quickly pulled her hand away: "But..."