Who put the yellow robe on me?

Everyone responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

Jiang Chen turned to Jiang Sirou and He Xiaowei, his tone carrying a hint of concern: "Thirteenth Sister, Miss He, in three days, we will be heading to the vicinity of the ruined temple. Xuanyuan Feiyan will stay behind to protect your safety."

Jiang Sirou smiled slightly, with a firm look in her eyes: "Sixteenth brother, don't worry, we will take good care of ourselves."

He Xiaowei nodded gently, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: "Your Highness, you must be careful too."

At this moment, Dianzhang suddenly remembered something and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Sixteenth Prince, I just received a letter from Zhou Liangwei this morning via carrier pigeon. He and Deng Yunde will arrive in the capital in three days."

A glimmer of joy flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes: "That's great, their arrival is a great help to us."

He stood up, his eyes firm and penetrating. "Three days from now, we will gather at the ruined temple in the capital. We hope to find more clues and expose the enemy's conspiracy."

Everyone nodded, and the flame of hope ignited in their hearts.

Three days passed in a flash, and everyone took action according to the plan.

Han Qingsong changed into a black nightgown and lurked quietly near Guo Wulie's mansion.

As night falls, moonlight shines on the ground, covering everything with a layer of silver gauze. The air is mixed with the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and the breeze brings a hint of coolness.

He hid in a tall tree, his eyes fixed on the gate of the mansion. The guards at the gate were on high alert, their expressions serious.

"Guo Wulie, is there anything wrong with him?" Han Qingsong thought to himself.

Suddenly, the gate of the mansion quietly opened, and a black carriage slowly drove out. Han Qingsong's eyes fixed, and he immediately became alert. He held his breath and followed the direction of the carriage.

The carriage drove along the quiet streets and finally stopped in a secluded alley. Guo Wulie got out of the carriage, looked around, and then quickly walked into an unremarkable house.

"What is he doing here?" Han Qingsong was confused and did not dare to delay, so he quickly followed.

He tiptoed towards the window and through the gap saw Guo Wulie talking to a masked man.

The two men looked serious, as if they were discussing something important.

"What are they talking about?" Han Qingsong's heart tightened and he tried hard to decipher the conversation between the two.

At the same time, Feng Liyan also noticed something unusual near the residence of Bai Binggong, the Minister of Justice. Recently, there had been a frequent influx of people from the underworld, especially late at night, with a large number of men in black coming in and out.

"Bai Binggong, a man from the underworld? What's the connection?" Feng Liyan looked confused and continued to observe.

Zuo Yongyu also discovered suspicious signs outside Xu Jingzhu's residence. The number of guards at Xu's residence was doubled, and the frequency of patrols was increased.

"They must be planning something." Zuo Yongyu thought to himself.

Tan Erhu, meanwhile, was near Yu Wenbo's residence, wandering the streets as a beggar. He listened closely and soon gathered some valuable information.

"I heard that Lord Yu has been acting mysterious lately. I wonder what he is busy with." The casual conversation of passers-by caught his attention.

And the most bizarre thing happened on the second night.

The night is as dark as ink, and the deep sky is filled with twinkling stars, as if countless pairs of eyes are watching the earth.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness. The shadows of the trees outside the inn swayed in the moonlight, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Chen sat alone in the room of the inn, holding an ancient book in his hand. The candlelight shone on his face, casting a faint shadow.

Suddenly, he felt something strange, as if there were a slight sound of footsteps coming from outside the door. The sound was so subtle that if he hadn't practiced martial arts for many years and had excellent hearing, he would probably have been unable to detect it.

"Is there someone?" Jiang Chen's heart trembled. He raised his head alertly and looked at the door sharply.

The footsteps were heard again, this time more clearly, as if someone was lingering outside the door. He put down the book and gently blew out the candle, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

He held his breath, stood up quietly, and walked to the door lightly and silently.

There were still intermittent footsteps outside the door, as if someone was hesitating whether to knock. Jiang Chen grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard, and the door creaked open.

The corridor was deserted, lit only by the dim flickering light of lanterns in the wind. The snoring of the waiter could be heard in the distance, and the entire inn seemed unusually quiet.

"Is this an illusion?" Jiang Chen wondered in his heart. Just as he was about to close the door, suddenly, a black shadow flashed past from the end of the corridor at such a speed that it was astonishing.

"Who is it!" Jiang Chen shouted and quickly chased after him.

He was a master of Qinggong, his feet moving with the wind, but the shadow's speed was even more astonishing, disappearing at the stairs in a flash. Jiang Chen followed closely behind, secretly surprised: "This person has extraordinary skills, where did he come from?"

He chased all the way to the outside of the inn. The night breeze blew on his face, carrying a faint scent of earth and grass. The streets were quiet, with only the barking of dogs in the distance and the occasional night cat darting across the rooftops.

Jiang Chen stood in the middle of the street, looking around, but there was no trace of the shadow. His brows furrowed, and he thought to himself, "Strange, did he get away?"

He walked slowly along the street, his steps light, his eyes scanning every corner around him sharply. He always felt that someone was watching him secretly, making him feel cold at the back.

"Who is following me?" Jiang Chen stopped, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the movements around him.

The only sound in my ears was the rustling of leaves in the wind and my own steady breathing.

He slowly opened his eyes and said loudly, "Come out, I know you haven't left."

All around was still silent, no one responded. Moonlight shone on the ground, casting a thin, silvery veil over everything. The swaying shadows of the trees resembled savage monsters.

Jiang Chen's voice echoed in the night sky, but only the echo responded to him. Such silence made people feel a little uneasy.

He said again: "I know you have been following me all the way. Now I am out on my own, you can show yourself without worry."

There was still no movement, as if everything was an illusion.

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and he clenched the folding fan in his hand, staring at the front with a sharp gaze. He knew that the other party must still be nearby, just hiding his figure.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in a big tree behind him, the leaves rustled, and it seemed that something was moving.

Jiang Chen turned his head sharply, his eyes fixed on the tree. He saw a man in black lightly leap down from the tree, landing silently.

He was wrapped in a black nightgown, with only a pair of bright eyes showing. He was not tall, but had a strong build.