Who put the yellow robe on me?

The room was dead silent, as if even the air had frozen. The only sounds left were Yang Weiqian's heavy breathing and the rustling sounds made by the yamen runners as they rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

Jiang Chen stood there, his expression stern, like a mountain, making it difficult to look directly at him. He paced slowly, his boots making a low, rhythmic "tap, tap" sound on the floor, and each step seemed to tread on Yang Weiqian's heart.

Yang Weiqian felt hopeless at this moment, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

His mind raced through what had happened in the past few days: he had thought he had handled everything perfectly, but the Sixteenth Prince in front of him was like a sharp sword, tearing apart all the superficial disguises.

He began to regret why he had agreed to Boss Zhen's request for that one thousand taels of silver? Why had he gotten involved in this matter? Now, all his escape routes were blocked.

"Your Highness!" A bailiff suddenly pulled out a stack of dusty case files from a hidden compartment in the bookshelf, his tone tinged with surprise, "Here are some reports that are different from the case files!"

"Show it up." Xiong Zhiheng's expression changed. He immediately took the case file, flipped through it quickly, and then turned to Yang Weiqian with a cold gaze.

He handed a report to Jiang Chen, his tone heavy, "Your Highness, there is indeed something fishy going on. The fatal injuries reported in this report are completely different from those recorded in the existing autopsy report. It's obvious that someone has tampered with them."

Jiang Chen took the file and quickly scanned every line of text.

A hint of coldness appeared on his originally calm face. He closed the file, slowly raised his head, looked at Yang Weiqian, and said in an icy voice: "Master Yang, do you have anything else to say?"

"Your Highness, this... this must be someone framing me!" Yang Weiqian's face was as pale as paper, and his voice was trembling. "These things were not written by me at all! It was... it was him!" He pointed frantically at the coroner who was still kneeling on the ground, trying to shift all the blame.

The coroner raised his head, his eyes filled with despair and anger. He kowtowed several times, "Your Highness, this is unjust! I'm just a humble coroner. How could I have the guts to tamper with the report? All the instructions were arranged by Lord Yang! I was just following orders!"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Yang Weiqian stood up suddenly, pointing at the coroner and cursing, a glint of madness in his eyes. His loss of composure only revealed his inner panic and despair.

Jiang Chen suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yang Weiqian out.

"You dog officer, don't force me to kill you now!"

If Jiang Chen didn't need to further inquire about the whereabouts of the night watchman from Yang Weiqian, he would have drawn his sword and sent Yang Weiqian to death long ago.

Yang Weiqian was seen holding his stomach and couldn't help twitching!

Jiang Chen stared at the coroner kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with a kind of oppression that could see through people's hearts.

His tone was calm yet stern. "Quiet now! Coroner, I'll give you a chance to live! If you confess everything you know, I might be able to save your life."

When the coroner heard this, a flash of fear flashed across his face, and then a hope that was hard to conceal rose. He lowered his head, hardly daring to look up at Jiang Chen, but his hands involuntarily clenched the corners of his sleeves, as if he was fighting with his own fate.

Suddenly, he knelt straighter with a thud and kowtowed three times, his forehead making a crisp thud as it touched the ground. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy! I will tell you everything I know!"

Jiang Chen nodded calmly, his eyes swept around coldly like a knife, and signaled the coroner to speak.

The coroner lowered his head, his face covered in cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, when I performed the autopsy, I did find that Bai Yinlang's death was very strange.

Although he had bruises all over his body, especially on his left arm and right leg, and bore signs of being beaten and stabbed, these were not fatal injuries.

Having said this, he hesitated for a moment, secretly glanced at Jiang Chen's face, and seeing that he didn't look displeased, he bravely continued, "Just as I was about to examine the body further, Lord Yang...Yang Weiqian, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, suddenly came in."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, seemingly unsurprised by the sudden name. He put his hands behind his back, his voice still stern: "Continue."

The coroner swallowed, as if digging out from the depths of his memory those fragments that he had tried hard to forget.

He said slowly: "When Lord Yang came in, he smiled at me and said, 'Xiao Wu, you are on duty today. Thank you for your hard work.'" The coroner tried hard to imitate Yang Weiqian's tone at the time. The gentle yet intimidating tone made Yang Weiqian break out in a cold sweat again.

"At that time, I replied, 'Master Yang, the night watchman's autopsy will be completed soon.' But Master Yang waved his hand and said with a smile, 'It's okay. The night watchman's case has been closed. There's no need to continue the autopsy.'" The coroner's voice became increasingly low, his eyes full of struggle. "I was confused at the time. How could the case be closed when the autopsy wasn't even over yet? So I dared to ask a few more questions, but..."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked coldly, "But what happened to him?"

The coroner paused, as if suppressing his inner fear. "But then Lord Yang's face suddenly turned cold, and he said sternly, 'Alright, Xiao Wu, go back and rest! Just write a simple autopsy report.'"

At this point, the coroner suddenly knelt and crawled a few steps, almost reaching the tip of Jiang Chen's boots, his tone full of panic: "Your Highness, I didn't dare to disobey at the time, but I was really nervous... Lord Yang, he... He also gave me ten taels of silver, saying that I should buy some wine, saying that it would be good for warming myself in the middle of winter."

Jiang Chen didn't respond immediately, but tilted his head slightly, his eyes coldly sweeping over Yang Weiqian. Yang Weiqian's heart shuddered, and at that moment, it seemed as if even breathing had become difficult.

"Are you serious?" Jiang Chen finally spoke, his voice as sharp as a knife.

The coroner quickly pulled out a tightly wrapped cloth bag from his bosom and handed it over with trembling hands: "Your Highness, I dare not lie, and I dare not spend this silver. I have been hiding it!"

Jiang Chen nodded to Xiong Zhiheng.

Xiong Zhiheng walked forward, took the cloth bag, and carefully untied it, revealing a glittering ten-liang silver ingot inside. He then handed the silver to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked at it carefully. The front of the silver ingot was smooth and round, but the back was engraved with four big characters "Daliang Ku Yin".

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a meaningful sneer.

"Yang Weiqian," Jiang Chen turned to look at Yang Weiqian, his voice suddenly rising, "We have all the evidence, what else do you have to say?"

Yang Weiqian's face had turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground. He was shaking like a sieve, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.