Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen nodded: "That's right!"

He repeated in detail what he had just extracted from Situ Yongrui, but his words were like an invisible dagger, piercing the crux of the case.

"He's just a drugged gambler. Who made his wife fall in love with Boss Zhen's nephew?" After Jiang Chen finished speaking, the air seemed to be hung with a taut string.

Xiong Zhiheng repeated in a low voice, his brow furrowed slightly. "Just a gambler who was poisoned... Luckily, the Sixteenth Prince was quick-witted and was almost fooled by Boss Zhen." He clenched his fists, a hint of indignation in his eyes. "Boss Zhen is truly cunning. If it weren't for Your Highness, this matter would have been completely covered up."

"But the more troublesome thing now is that we have no idea who is lying." Jiang Chen patted Xiong Zhiheng's shoulder gently and smiled meaningfully. "Let's go to Jingzhao Prefecture!"

"Jingzhao Prefecture?" Xiong Zhiheng was slightly taken aback. "Your Highness, do you want to check the autopsy report of the night watchman?"

"That's right!" Jiang Chen laughed out loud, his eyes flashing with confidence, "If the autopsy report is just as Situ Yongrui said, then it means that Boss Zhen is lying." His tone was calm but with some certainty, as if he already knew what kind of waves each next step would cause.

The two rushed to Jingzhao Prefecture together.

As night fell, the wheels of the carriages clunked across the cobblestones, and the dim light of the lanterns on the streets cast long shadows.

The gate of Jingzhao Prefecture looked majestic and cold in the moonlight. The yamen runners at the door yawned, but were immediately alerted by the sound of horse hooves.

"His Sixteenth Prince has arrived!" A yamen runner hurriedly announced loudly, his voice echoing in the night sky, shocking the courtyard into silence.

A moment later, there was a sound of hurried footsteps approaching from afar, and Yang Weiqian, dressed in an official robe, came out trotting to greet them.

His demeanor was extremely respectful, his face filled with smiles. He even bowed before Jiang Chen got off the carriage and said, "Your humble servant greets His Highness the Sixteenth. Your Highness, may I know what you want?"

Yang Weiqian's slightly plump figure trembled slightly with his movements, his round face was full of smiles, and his narrow eyes narrowed into slits.

His tone was flattering and deliberately ingratiating, as if he couldn't wait to express his loyalty.

Jiang Chen sneered in his heart, but remained calm. He slowly got off the carriage and said calmly, "Lord Yang, long time no see."

The smile on Yang Weiqian's face grew even wider. "Your Highness, long time no see! I heard that Your Highness was invincible and undefeated in the Western Regions. I truly admire you!"

Jiang Chen was slightly startled, thinking to himself: "He is indeed an old flatterer, these few words are just right." He smiled, but did not respond, instead changed the subject.

"Sir Yang, my father ordered me and the Ministry of Justice to investigate a recent murder case. During the process, we found some suspicious points and need to check the relevant information from Jingzhao Prefecture." Jiang Chen's tone was gentle, but with unquestionable majesty.

The smile on Yang Weiqian's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal. The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, but he still pretended to be respectful. "Your Highness, I wonder which murder case this is?"

Seeing this, Xiong Zhiheng said coldly, "Master Yang, this is the case of the night watchman Bai Yinlang a few days ago."

"Night watchman Bai Yinlang?" Yang Weiqian frowned slightly, his tone tentative, "Wasn't that case closed long ago? Is there anything else that's suspicious?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, with a sharp glint in his eyes. "Although the case is closed, we believe there is something else going on. Sir Yang, please take us through the autopsy report of the night watchman."

The smile on Yang Weiqian's face was a little stiff, but he quickly concealed it and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay! Your Highness, please follow me."

Yang Weiqian led the way, followed by Jiang Chen and Xiong Zhiheng.

The three of them walked through the main hall of Jingzhao Prefecture and entered the depths of the government office.

The night wind blew through the surrounding corridors, bringing a slight chill. The mansion was silent, with only the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty corridors.

The vermilion lacquered wooden door of the main hall exuded a heavy sense of oppression in the dim light, and the file cabinets stacked next to it emitted a faint musty smell.

When Jiang Chen passed by, he could still smell the faint scent of ink, as if countless secrets were hidden in those sleeping case files.

Finally, Yang Weiqian stopped at the door of a secluded little room and pushed it open. The room was simply furnished, with several rows of tall wooden shelves piled high with various files. Dust filled the air, and an oil lamp flickered in the corner, emitting a dim glow.

"Your Highness, please." Yang Weiqian bowed and invited Jiang Chen in, his smile becoming even more flattering. "The autopsy report is right here. I'll have someone get it right away."

Jiang Chen stepped inside, glanced around, and his eyes fell on a coroner who was writing at his desk. The coroner had a thin face and was concentrating on writing something, occasionally pausing as if thinking.

"What is he writing?" Jiang Chen asked calmly and casually.

Yang Weiqian was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied with a smile, "Your Highness, this is an experienced coroner in the palace. He's usually responsible for compiling autopsy reports. At this moment, he should be summarizing several recent cases."

Jiang Chen nodded, walked to the wooden shelf, casually pulled out a case file, and began to flip through it. His movements seemed casual, but in fact his eyes were sharp, secretly paying attention to every detail in the room.

Xiong Zhiheng stood aside and whispered, "Your Highness!" Then he winked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked in the direction Xiong Zhiheng was winking at, only to see that the coroner looked extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, his tone carrying some deep meaning: "Master Xiong, in Daliang, if someone deliberately conceals a case in the Ministry of Justice, what crime should be punished?"

Xiong Zhiheng naturally cooperated very well: "Your Highness, according to our Daliang laws, those who fail to report ordinary cases will be punished with thirty strokes of the cane, and those who fail to report cases involving the Ministry of Justice will be punished with three hundred strokes of the cane!"

When Yang Weiqian heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze and sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

Three hundred lashes of the cane!?

Good man, if he wasn’t a martial artist, even if he didn’t die after being beaten with 300 sticks, he would have ended up with both legs disabled!

Yang Weiqian quickly concealed his uneasiness and coughed softly at the coroner, "Coroner! Go find the autopsy report on the night watchman Bai Yinlang's death a few days ago. Quick!"

When the coroner heard the order, he immediately stood up, his movements a little awkward. He walked to a wooden cabinet beside him, opened it and began to search.

However, as his hands moved back and forth between the files, Jiang Chen keenly noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly. The air suddenly filled with the smell of paper and dust, which seemed dull and oppressive.