Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Yangweiqian stood aside, a smile on his face, but it was clearly on his face, not in his eyes. He seemed calm, but he inadvertently glanced at the busy coroner nearby.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. The coroner is retrieving the report." Yang Weiqian's voice was gentle, but if you listened carefully, you could still detect a hint of reluctance. He clenched his sleeves slightly, trying to hide his inner nervousness.

The coroner shook his hands, carefully rolled up the case file, and nodded slightly: "Master Yang, this is Bai Yinlang's autopsy report."

Yang Weiqian took the case file, his movements noticeably stiff, as if he was afraid of breaking something. He turned around, held the case file in both hands and presented it to Jiang Chen, bowing slightly, and said in an extremely humble tone: "Your Highness, please take a look."

Jiang Chen took the case file and felt a faint dampness on the paper as his fingertips touched it—the sweat from the coroner's palms as he pulled out the autopsy report. The report appeared "normal," but it concealed a subtle sense of unease.

Jiang Chen unfolded the file, his eyes sweeping over every word like a sharp sword.

[Dead: Bai Yinlang]

[Cause of death: Suicide by hanging.]

[Time of Death: More than twelve hours]

[Autopsy results: The skin had varying degrees of bruising, with the flesh appearing purple-red. There were five knife wounds on the left arm and right leg, with a small amount of bleeding.]

The description in the report was extremely detailed, from Bai Yinlang's time of death, the specific distribution of wounds on the body, to the presumed fatal injury, every item was recorded without omission.

However, the more detailed the information was, the deeper Jiang Chen's frown became.

"This report seems detailed, but the clues in it are full of contradictions." Jiang Chen's voice was indifferent, but it was like thunder that struck the room, startling everyone present.

Yang Weiqian's face froze, a flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Your Highness, this... this report was personally written by my coroner. There is absolutely no falsehood in it!"

Jiang Chen raised his head and stared straight into Yang Weiqian's eyes. The invisible pressure made Yang Weiqian feel a little breathless.

He smiled slightly, but the curve of his lips revealed a hint of coldness: "Master Yang, whether it is false or not, I will judge it myself."

Jiang Chen then handed the file to Xiong Zhiheng, who was standing beside him, and said calmly, "Master Xiong, take a look too. What have you found?"

Xiong Zhiheng immediately took the case file and flipped through it quickly, his fingertips sliding across the paper making a slight "rustling" sound.

His expression gradually changed from calm to solemn. After a moment, he raised his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Your Highness, this record shows that Bai Yinlang has bruises all over his body, and it seems that he was involved in a fight with others. There are also multiple knife wounds on his body."

"Some of the wounds were clearly not fatal, with little bleeding. They even…" Xiong Zhiheng paused, his eyes slightly solemn, "and even looked like they were deliberately patched up later."

"Patched?" Jiang Chen nodded gently, his eyes as sharp as a searchlight sweeping over Yang Weiqian. "Yes, there are some things in the night watchman's wounds that defy common sense. Such loopholes are not something an ordinary coroner would miss. Sir Yang, how do you explain it?"

Yang Weiqian's face paled instantly, his lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to argue, but Jiang Chen's sharp gaze held him in place, and his words got stuck in his throat. A cold sweat began to form on his forehead, with beads of sweat running down his temples and soaking his collar.

"Sir Xiong, anyone who knows about a case in the Ministry of Justice but fails to report it will be punished with 300 strokes of the cane. So, is there any reward for reporting others?" Jiang Chen's every word seemed unintentional, but each one was suggestive.

Xiong Zhiheng smiled knowingly: "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, according to Daliang law, not only will there be no caning for reporting others, but there will also be a reward of fifty taels of official silver!"

"Three hundred strokes of the cane! Tsk tsk, wouldn't that mean his legs would be broken..." Jiang Chen said while shaking his head, but he glanced at Yang Weiqian and the coroner.

"Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, I absolutely did not..." Before Yang Weiqian could finish his words, the coroner standing beside him suddenly knelt down on the ground, his knees hitting the floor heavily with a "bang".

The coroner was trembling all over, his voice filled with fear and despair. "Your Highness! I'm guilty! This report... this report has indeed been altered!"

Yang Weiqian turned his head suddenly, his eyes wide open: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The coroner cried, his voice hurried, "Lord Yang told me... not to write too much detail, just to close the case! I... I had no choice but to... change the report!"

These words resonated like a bolt from the blue, resounding throughout the room. The air froze instantly, as if even time had stood still for a moment.

Yang Weiqian's face changed drastically. He stood up suddenly and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! How dare you, a dog slave, slander me! Come on, drag this bastard away!"

"Wait!" Jiang Chen's voice was as cold as ice, instantly suppressing Yang Weiqian's roar. He looked at Yang Weiqian coldly and said slowly, "Master Yang, you seem a little anxious."

Yang Weiqian's heart almost skipped a beat, and big drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue, but facing Jiang Chen's sharp eyes, his tongue seemed to be tied and he couldn't utter a word.

"Your Highness, you are innocent!" Yang Weiqian suddenly knelt on the ground, his voice filled with tears. "I would never have the guts to tamper with the autopsy report! This coroner must be talking nonsense, trying to frame me!"

"Whether it's a frame-up or not, the truth of the whole case is not difficult to find out." Jiang Chen's voice was calm, but there was a chilling coldness in his eyes.

He turned to look at Xiong Zhiheng and said in a deep voice, "Master Xiong, search this room and take away all the files related to this case."

Xiong Zhiheng immediately obeyed the order and summoned several yamen runners to begin searching. The desk in the room was quickly turned over, and papers were scattered all over the floor, as if revealing all of Yang Weiqian's secrets.

Yang Weiqian watched this scene, his eyes filled with fear and despair. His forehead almost touched the ground, and his voice trembled: "Your Highness, I am truly wronged! If I have lied in any way, then I will..."

"Enough!" Jiang Chen shouted coldly, interrupting his defense and drawing the sword beside him.

He slowly leaned over, looking down at Yang Weiqian, his voice low and cold: "Master Yang, you must be careful with your words and actions, otherwise I will make your oath come true!"

These words pierced Yang Weiqian's heart like a sharp knife. His lips trembled slightly, his eyes flickered, and sweat on his forehead almost dripped down.

Jiang Chen stood up straight, his tone cold: "You'd better tell the truth. If I find out that you have any collusion with Boss Zhen, not to mention your position as the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, I'm afraid your head will be moved too!"

Yang Weiqian knelt on the ground, his face ashen and his whole body shaking like a sieve.