Who put the yellow robe on me?

The gold medal shines brightly under the sunlight, and the intricately carved dragon and phoenix patterns on it are clearly visible, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

When the imperial guards saw the golden medal of immunity from death, they were horrified and fell to their knees, "Long live the emperor!"

Yin Yufeng obviously did not expect that Jiang Sirou would have a golden medal of immunity from death, and was panicked for a moment.

Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead and his eyes flickered.

"This...how is it possible?" he muttered to himself, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Sirou sneered: "Yin Yufeng, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Yin Yufeng's face turned grim. He suddenly shouted and rushed towards Jiang Sirou with his sword, trying to snatch the gold medal of immunity from death: "Hand over the gold medal!"

"How dare you!" Dianzhang shouted angrily and rushed forward like lightning.

He was very agile and quickly subdued Yin Yufeng, snatched his sword, and with a backhand move, pinned him to the ground.

Yin Yufeng struggled, his eyes filled with despair and resentment: "You...you all must die!"

Jiang Sirou put away the golden medal of immunity from death and looked at him coldly: "Yin Yufeng, you have no way out for murdering a member of the royal family."

At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the temple: "Wait a minute! Who can prove that the golden medal of immunity from death is not fake?"

Inside the temple, the air seemed frozen, as everyone's gaze focused on Yin Yufeng and Jiang Sirou. Sunlight shone through the shabby window lattices onto the golden plaque, gleaming with golden light. The dragon and phoenix patterns came alive, showcasing the royal nobility and majesty.

The Imperial Guards were horrified upon seeing this golden medal granting them immunity from death. They looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and unease. After a moment's silence, they all knelt on the ground, their heads touching the ground, chanting in unison and resounding: "Long live the Emperor!"

Yin Yufeng had obviously not expected Jiang Sirou to have a golden medal of immunity from death, and for a moment he was panicked. His face was pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and even his voice was trembling: "How... is this possible?"

Seeing him like this, Jiang Sirou sneered and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes: "Yin Yufeng, what else do you have to say?"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Yin Yufeng was extremely angry, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face. He shouted suddenly, drew his sword and rushed towards Jiang Sirou, trying to snatch the death-proof gold medal from her hand: "Hand over the gold medal!"

"How dare you!" Dian Zhang roared, charging forward like lightning. His steps were so light and swift, as if his feet weren't touching the ground, and in an instant, he was blocking Jiang Sirou. With nimble movements, he snatched Yin Yufeng's sword in a matter of seconds, then with a backhanded move, pinned him to the ground.

Yin Yufeng was pinned to the ground, but he still refused to give up and struggled desperately, his eyes filled with despair and resentment: "You...you all must die!"

Jiang Sirou put away the death-free gold medal and stared at him coldly: "Yin Yufeng, you have no way out for murdering a member of the royal family."

Yin Yufeng's voice echoed in the ruined temple, carrying a hint of ferocity and disdain: "Who can prove that this golden medal of immunity from death is real?"

His eyes flashed coldly in the dim light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, making him look extremely proud.

At this moment, a clear and firm voice came from outside the temple, piercing the silence like a sharp sword: "The golden medal of immunity from death given by my father is naturally not fake."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and straight figure slowly walking towards them in the sunlight.

He wore a gorgeous brocade robe embroidered with golden dragons and a jade pendant at his waist, highlighting his noble status. His handsome face was stern, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, revealing an unparalleled majesty.

It was the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu.

Behind him followed a team of elite guards, all of whom were dressed in black armor, holding long swords, with solemn expressions.

Their steps were neat and powerful, and the clanging sound of their footsteps echoed outside the ruined temple, as if adding a sense of oppression to the silent wilderness.

When Yin Yufeng saw the Sixth Prince coming, a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the last hope.

His voice trembled with excitement. "Fake Sixteenth Prince, you are desperate! His Highness the Sixth Prince has come in person, why don't you surrender?"

After saying that, he suddenly burst out with amazing strength, and with a fierce slam, knocked the canon away.

Dianzhang was caught off guard and was pushed back a few steps. Yin Yufeng took the opportunity to break free from his restraints and staggered towards the Sixth Prince.

A cold light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he quickly drew the sword from Zhou Liangwei's waist beside him. The sword body flashed with cold light in the sunlight.

He moved like a gust of wind and instantly appeared in front of Yin Yu's cover.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sword flashed across, severing Yin Yufeng's tendons in his hands and feet with incredible precision. He let out a horrific scream, the sound echoing inside and outside the ruined temple.

"what!!"

Yin Yufeng fell to the ground in agony, his body trembling violently, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. His hands and feet were unable to move, and he could only lie helplessly on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

When the Sixth Prince saw this scene, his face suddenly changed and raging anger burned in his eyes.

He frowned and clenched his fists, obviously trying hard to suppress his inner anger.

"you!"

His eyes were wide open, his gaze stabbed at Jiang Chen like a knife, and his voice was low and cold.

At this moment, the Sixth Prince's heart was in turmoil. He did not expect that Jiang Chen would dare to cripple his guards in public. This was a blatant challenge to his authority.

Jiang Chen's action undoubtedly embarrassed him in front of everyone and made him lose face. He felt a surge of humiliation and anger surging in his chest, almost swallowing him up.

The air around seemed to freeze in an instant, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

The personal guards behind the Sixth Prince were also angered by this sudden change. They drew their swords one after another, and the blades reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

"Qiang!"

The orderly sound of swords being drawn echoed in the air. The guards stared at Jiang Chen with sharp eyes, waiting for the Sixth Prince's order to capture him.

Yin Yufeng struggled on the ground in agony, his eyes filled with fear and despair. He used all his strength and struggled to move towards the Sixth Prince, "Your Highness the Prince of Qin...save me..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, filled with pleading and helplessness.

The Sixth Prince took a deep breath and suppressed his inner anger. He knew he had to remain calm at this moment, otherwise the situation would only get further out of control.

He raised his head, looked at Jiang Chen with a gloomy look, and forced a smile: "Sixteenth brother, what do you mean?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "This dog slave, just now he dared to question whether the emperor's death exemption medal was true or false, he committed the crime of deceiving the emperor.

After being exposed, he even tried to murder Thirteenth Sister, adding crime to crime. I only cut his tendons and didn't kill him directly, which is already a good thing for him."