Who put the yellow robe on me?

A storm surged in her heart. The generals of the Western Regions were always known for their loyalty. How could they easily betray her?

What's more, how much magic power does the Sixteenth Prince have to make them willingly serve Daliang?

Seeing her so shocked, Jiang Sirou said proudly, "Yes, this is all thanks to Sixteenth Brother. He treats people with sincerity and has outstanding military talent, so naturally he can convince them."

She continued to recount the various events that took place in the Western Regions, how Jiang Chen strategized on the battlefield, how he won people over with virtue, and how he resolved crises in the enemy camp.

He Xiaowei listened intently, as if she were on the battlefield filled with smoke. Her mood fluctuated with the development of the story, with surprise, admiration, and a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

"Sixteenth Prince, how many things about him are unknown to the world?" She pondered silently in her heart, feeling that her understanding of him seemed to be becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Just as Jiang Sirou and He Xiaowei were chatting animatedly, there was another knock on the door.

"Your Highness, General Xuanyuan has arrived." Zuo Yongyu's voice came again.

"Please let him in." Jiang Chen said, with a hint of anticipation in his expression.

A moment later, a figure appeared at the door. He was tall and slender, dressed in a tight black suit, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

His eyes were sharp and his face had no unnecessary expressions, giving people a cold feeling.

"I am Xuanyuan Feiyan, your Highness." He saluted with his fists clasped, his voice low and powerful.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, walked forward and helped him up: "General Xuanyuan, no need to be so polite, please take a seat."

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded and walked to the table and sat down.

Jiang Sirou smiled and said, "General Xuanyuan, thank you for your hard work along the way."

Xuanyuan Feiyan smiled faintly: "Princess, you are too polite. It is my honor to serve you, Your Highness."

He Xiaowei looked at Xuanyuan Feiyan in front of her, her heart filled with curiosity and a hint of unease. She could sense the sharp aura from him, like a sword unsheathed, making people dare not underestimate him.

Jiang Chen asked, "General Xuanyuan, how is it going? Have you found out anything about the man in black?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded solemnly, "Your Highness, the man in black was talking with an old man in the mountains. After the conversation, I followed the old man all the way to the capital until he entered a mansion."

Hearing this, Jiang Sirou couldn't help but ask anxiously, "A house in the capital? Which house is it?"

She had been traveling around the capital since she was young and knew every house there like the back of her hand.

Xuanyuan Feiyan looked at her, then looked at He Xiaowei, then turned to Jiang Chen and said in a deep voice, "It's the Mu Mansion."

"What?" He Xiaowei took two steps back in surprise, her face turning pale instantly.

"Mu Mansion? Is it the Mu Mansion in the southwest of the capital?" Jiang Sirou frowned, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded and confirmed, "It's the one southwest of the capital."

Jiang Chen and the other three all knew that the Mu Mansion in the southwest of the capital was actually the residence of Mu Shenru, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Jiang Sirou's eyes flashed with worry, and she turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Sixteenth brother, how did you offend them? Why are they still chasing you after such a long time?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of indignation in his eyes. He looked at He Xiaowei and found that her expression was complicated, as if she wanted to say something.

He Xiaowei sighed softly, smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Rou, Lord Mu has now been promoted to the Minister of Rites."

"What!" Jiang Chen was shocked and frowned slightly, thinking: "This Mu Shenru has climbed up very quickly and has become the Minister of Rites." He was full of vigilance and dissatisfaction with Mu Shenru, and secretly thought of a countermeasure.

He Xiaowei shook her head, a hint of worry in her tone: "Yes, it happened about a month and a half ago."

She recalled everything that had happened before. Jiang Sirou had just mentioned to her that a man in black had come to provoke the Sixteenth Prince some time ago. Now it seemed that the Mu family had regarded him as a thorn in their side.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy, and the candlelight flickered gently, illuminating everyone's face.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said with a firm look, "It seems that we must act with caution. The Mu family has considerable influence in the court. If they join forces with the Ninth Prince, it will be a huge threat to us."

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded in agreement. "Your Highness is absolutely right. According to my investigation, the Mu family has been active in secret recently and seems to have some ill intentions."

Jiang Sirou clenched her fists, a trace of anger flashing in her eyes: "The Mu family is so audacious, we can't just sit there and wait for death!"

He Xiaowei hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Your Highness, Lord Mu has some connections with my family..."

He Xiaowei paused when she said this, because both Jiang Chen and Jiang Sirou knew about the relationship between the Mu family and the He Mansion. It was naturally the childhood sweetheart of He Xiaowei and Mu Zhengyi. "If necessary, I can find a way to find out some information."

Jiang Chen looked at her with gratitude in his eyes: "Xiaowei, I am very grateful that you are willing to take the risk to help, but I don't want you to be involved in this matter."

He Xiaowei shook her head, her eyes revealing determination: "Your Highness, I want to share your worries..."

Jiang Chen smiled helplessly and awkwardly: "I appreciate your kindness, but there is no need to mobilize a large army to deal with a small Mu Mansion."

He Xiaowei wanted to say something, but Jiang Sirou pulled her aside and made her shake her head.

After some discussion, they decided to act separately.

Dianzhang escorted He Xiaowei back home to ensure her safety and secretly assisted her in collecting intelligence.

Jiang Chen took Jiang Sirou, Xuanyuan Feiyan and others and secretly went to the capital to prepare for the coming storm.

The night was deep, the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, covering the whole world with a silver veil. A breeze blew by, bringing a cool feeling.

Jiang Chen stood at the entrance of the inn, gazing at the distant starry sky, his mind racing. He knew the road ahead would be filled with thorns, but he was ready to face the challenge.

……

A few days later, in the capital.

The capital city was still as prosperous as ever, with people bustling on the streets and vendors calling out their wares. The air was filled with a variety of aromas, whetting one's appetite.

However, beneath the surface calm, there is an undercurrent of crisis.

Jiang Chen and his group disguised themselves and quietly entered the capital. They chose a remote inn to stay temporarily for convenience.

At night, in a room in the inn, several people sat together and discussed the next plan. At this time, Dianzhang also made many inquiries with his former brothers in the palace.

"How is it, Dianzhang? Is there any progress?" After seeing Dianzhang, Jiang Sirou couldn't wait to ask Dianzhang.