Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen turned his head with a serious look, looking at the Minister of Justice Bai Binggong and the Supreme Court Minister Yang Zhengming standing beside him. His eyes showed a hint of doubt and vigilance, but he still maintained a polite smile.

"Master Bai, Master Yang, what's the important matter?" Jiang Chen's voice was steady, yet with a subtle hint of nervousness. He secretly speculated that the fact these two important officials had come to him at this time must be related to the Thirteenth Princess's disappearance.

Bai Binggong looked serious and bowed slightly, saying, "Your Highness the Sixteenth, we need to discuss with you the matter of the Thirteenth Princess' disappearance."

Yang Zhengming also nodded in agreement, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Chen's heart sank, but his expression remained calm. After a moment's thought, he said, "Okay, my lords, please follow me to Prince Yan's mansion to discuss this in detail."

Bai Binggong made a "please" gesture and smiled slightly: "Your Highness, please."

The three of them walked out of the palace gate together. Jiang Chen's steps were a little heavy, and his mind was full of thoughts. He had an ominous premonition, as if some conspiracy was quietly brewing.

In a corner not far away, the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu and the Minister of War Su Yunliang were hiding in the shadows, watching their every move coldly.

Su Yunliang lowered his voice and said to Jiang Fu, "Your Highness, Prince Qin, I guess they must have gone to find the Thirteenth Princess."

Jiang Fu's lips curled up into a cold smile, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes: "Such a big thing has happened. If Old Sixteen can't find Thirteenth Sister within three days, then even the gods will find it difficult to save him."

Su Yunliang agreed, "That's perfect. We don't have to do it ourselves."

Jiang Fu gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and the breeze brushed across his face, bringing a cool breeze. "Whether he's real or fake, as long as we can hold them off for three days, they'll surely die."

Su Yunliang nodded respectfully: "Your Highness is wise."

Jiang Fu nodded with satisfaction, and cast his gaze towards Jiang Chen in the distance again, secretly proud in his heart: "Jiang Chen, this time, I will make you completely disappear from my father's sight."

There was a faint scent of flowers in the breeze, but it could not cover up the smell of conspiracy in the air.

Jiang Chen brought Bai Binggong and Yang Zhengming to the main hall of Prince Yan's Mansion. He deliberately dismissed all the maids and servants, leaving only Han Qingsong to serve.

The main hall is decorated in a simple and elegant style. Several landscape paintings hang on the walls, and the faint scent of ink permeates the air, bringing a sense of tranquility. Exquisite tea sets are placed on the coffee table, and the aroma of tea rises and lingers in the air.

Jiang Chen invited the two to take their seats, and he took the main seat himself, his expression calm. Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to calm down.

Han Qingsong held the tea tray and respectfully poured tea for the three of them. His hands trembled slightly, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

After the three of them sat down, Bai Binggong and Yang Zhengming exchanged a glance, their understanding tacitly understood. Yang Zhengming cleared his throat and spoke directly, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I'd like to know what happened last night? Why did the Thirteenth Princess suddenly disappear?"

Hearing the words "The Thirteenth Princess is missing," Han Qingsong's hand trembled, and the teapot slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound, spilling tea all over the floor...

Lord Bai frowned, a hint of displeasure in his tone: "Have the people in His Highness the Sixteenth Prince's household always been so impetuous?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Don't blame me, Lord Bai. Qingsong is still a child. He has just arrived and is not very sensible."

He turned to look at Han Qingsong, with a hint of comfort in his eyes: "Qingsong, you don't have to pour water, go to the side hall to play with Sister Weixiao."

He bent down carefully to pick up the debris on the ground, his movements appearing a bit flustered. Jiang Chen saw it and understood his feelings, but at this moment he could not say more.

Han Qingsong's heart was pounding, and it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He tried his best to control his emotions and kept his voice steady: "Yes, Your Highness!"

He bowed, his hands trembling slightly with nervousness. He retreated cautiously, shakily closing the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.

"The Thirteenth Princess is missing? What is going on?" Han Qingsong's mind was in a mess. He knew that the matter was serious and he had to tell others as soon as possible.

In the main hall, Jiang Chen watched Han Qingsong leave, then retracted his gaze and said to the two of them with a smile, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two."

He did not answer Yang Zhengming's question immediately, but turned to look at Bai Binggong, with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Master Bai, this time when searching for the Thirteenth Princess, I'm afraid we will have to rely more on the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple.

However, I didn't see Lord Xiong, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, during this court session. May I ask, Lord Bai, if Lord Xiong has been busy with official business recently? Why not let Lord Xiong handle this case together?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Bai Binggong's face, and his eyes flickered.

He coughed lightly and said, "Sixteenth Prince, Lord Xiong caught a cold some time ago and is weak and exhausted. So I gave him a less busy job."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Oh? May I ask what important position Sir Xiong holds now?"

Bai Binggong avoided Jiang Chen's gaze and replied a little uncomfortably, "Lord Xiong is currently copying files in the Ministry of Justice's jail. This job doesn't involve investigating cases, so it's quite relaxing."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, his face showing no change of emotion, but doubts arose in his heart.

He knew very well that Lord Xiong was a capable official in the Ministry of Justice and was always known for his fairness and integrity. However, now he was assigned to the prison to copy files, which showed that he was being sidelined.

At this moment, Yang Zhengming spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of urgency: "Sixteenth Prince, were you really with the Thirteenth Princess last night?"

He paused for a moment and decided to tell them everything that happened last night. After all, now that the Thirteenth Princess was missing, time was running out and he needed the help of the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple.

"Last night, we met the Sixth Prince in a dilapidated temple outside the capital. He questioned my identity, and a conflict ensued. Afterwards, the Thirteenth Princess and I separated. She returned to the palace first, while I returned to the mansion. Unexpectedly, news of her disappearance arrived this morning."

There was a hint of anxiety and self-blame in Jiang Chen's tone, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

After listening to this, Bai Binggong and Yang Zhengming fell into deep thought.

Yang Zhengming stroked his chin, his brow furrowed. "Your Highness, when you met the Sixth Prince in the ruined temple, did anything unusual happen?"

Jiang Chen recalled for a moment and slowly said, "The Sixth Prince brought quite a few people with him at the time. He questioned my identity and wanted to forcibly take me back to the palace, but later, Prime Minister He stepped in to stop this unnecessary dispute."

A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Binggong's eyes: "Prime Minister He is here too?"