Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen felt warm in his heart and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.

He patted Han Qingsong's shoulder gently and said softly, "It's okay."

Han Qingsong looked back at Jiang Chen, his eyes full of determination: "Your Highness, be careful!"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and said gently: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

He gently pushed Han Qingsong aside and slowly walked towards the man in black.

At this moment, the black-clothed man's hands trembled slightly, and the tip of the dagger flashed coldly in the sunlight, but there was no murderous intent in her eyes, but rather a complex emotion.

Jiang Chen slowly approached her, his eyes gentle yet firm, as if to penetrate her heart.

"What on earth has happened between you and your sister in the past six months?" His voice was low and full of concern, as if he was asking an old friend who had been reunited after a long separation.

When the man in black heard this, his body trembled slightly and tears finally burst out of his eyes.

Her hand loosened unconsciously, and the dagger slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to reach out and hold her wrist, his movements gentle but firm.

He raised his hand slightly and picked up the dagger. Then he shook his wrist, and the dagger drew an arc. With a "ding" sound, it was firmly inserted into the wooden door next to him.

The people around were stunned, surprised at Jiang Chen's courage and admired his skills.

Jiang Chen said again: "If you can persuade your brother to testify for what they did, I promise not to let you die."

Jiang Chen stared into the eyes of the man in black and said word by word:

"Yang Ai!"

The man in black was shocked, his eyes filled with shock and complicated emotions.

Jiang Chen reached out and gently lifted her mask.

A young and pale face appeared in front of everyone. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with some baby fat on her face, but her eyes revealed vicissitudes and sadness that did not match her age.

"Yang Ai!" Han Qingsong couldn't help but exclaim.

Han Qingsong has followed Jiang Chen for the longest time, and only Han Qingsong knows that Concubine De keeps Deadpool.

Yang Ai lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Jiang Chen said gently, "You don't have to blame yourself. I just want to know what you have been through in the past six months."

Yang Ai raised her head, tears blurring her vision. She took a deep breath, her voice weak and trembling, "Brother... he was used by someone."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly: "Who is using him?"

The five Yang Ai brothers and sisters were originally dead servants raised by Defei's mother's family. They had made many contributions to Jiang Chen.

They are proficient in martial arts, move swiftly, and appear in the dark night like ghosts, completing one difficult task after another.

However, now he is standing on the opposite side of Jiang Chen, fighting against him.

Inside the dilapidated temple, the air was filled with tension. The mottled marks on the walls told of the vicissitudes of time, and occasionally a cold breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Jiang Chen looked deeply at Yang Ai who was kneeling in front of him, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the waves in his heart, and said in a gentle but serious tone: "Yang Ai, what happened recently? Why did it become like this?"

Yang Ai lowered her head, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, and her hands tightly clenched the corners of her clothes.

She knew that when Jiang Chen asked "what happened", he was actually asking why they, the brother and sister, would turn their swords against him.

Bits and pieces of the past flashed through her mind, but now she was standing on the opposite side, and her heart was filled with pain and struggle.

"I... I don't know either. We are just following orders." Yang Ai's voice was weak and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes: "Whose orders are you following?"

Yang Ai bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

She slowly raised her head and glanced around. Dian Zhang, Xuanyuan Feiyan, Han Qingsong, and the others were all staring at her, waiting for her answer.

She felt a surge of pressure, as if a heavy burden had been placed on her shoulders. Her heart was filled with conflict and hesitation, not knowing whether she should tell the truth.

Jiang Chen noticed her hesitation and softened his tone. "Don't worry, tell me! Your brother's murder of the prince is an unforgivable crime. You are the only one who can save him."

When Yang Ai heard this, she couldn't help but shed tears. Her tears streaked down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground, splashing tiny particles of dust.

"It's...it's the Queen's order." She choked and said, her voice full of helplessness and pain.

"What?" Although Jiang Chen already had a guess in his mind, he was still shocked when he heard the answer with his own ears.

The people around were in an uproar, all showing puzzled expressions.

"Empress? Which Empress?" Han Qingsong asked in a low voice, his face full of confusion.

Jiang Chen's eyes were solemn, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

He knew that the "Empress" Yang Ai was referring to was none other than Concubine De.

"Empress Defei actually sent her own deadpool to assassinate me?" Jiang Chen's heart was filled with huge waves. He couldn't believe that Empress Defei would do such a cruel thing to him.

Seeing Jiang Chen's strange expression, Dian Zhang asked with concern, "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He turned to look at Yang Ai, his eyes pleading, "Yang Ai, can you convince your brother to testify for me? I can forgive him. Otherwise..."

When Yang Ai heard this, it was as if she had grabbed the last straw.

She knelt down suddenly and kowtowed heavily, her voice eager and choked: "Your Highness, I do! I will definitely persuade my brother to turn back!"

Jiang Chen nodded, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "Okay, go ahead."

Yang Ai wiped her tears, stood up, and walked quickly towards the two subdued masked men. Her steps were a little unsteady, and her heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

She came to the masked man holding the sword, gently reached out her hand and took off his mask.

Under the mask, it was indeed Yang Da's face.

Yang Da's face was pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

There was no trace of surprise in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated this moment.

"Brother!" Yang Ai cried out with sobs, her eyes filled with pain and expectation.

Yang Da looked at her with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Ai, you shouldn't have come."

Yang Ai shook her head, tears blurring her vision again: "Brother, we lost, should we surrender?"

Yang Da sighed, his voice low and hoarse: "We are Deadpool, and our only mission in this life is to obey orders."

Yang Ai said anxiously, "But, by doing this, you are murdering His Highness! Have you forgotten? Regardless of whether the mission succeeds or not, we will all die!"

Yang Da closed his eyes, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Xiao Ai, I know that too."