Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen looked at Yang Zhengming quietly, his heart moving slightly. He had seen through Yang Zhengming's thoughts.

At this time, he knew that Yang Zhengming had to cede Luo Shihua to save Yang Weiqian. All this seemed calm, but in fact, there were hidden waves.

"Master Yang, you are right," Jiang Chen said calmly, but with a hint of coldness in his tone. "Now that the Thirteenth Princess has not been found, I will not continue to investigate such a trivial matter as Yang Weiqian's corruption and bribery."

He paused slightly, as if considering his next sentence, "But the Dali Temple must be fair and just and bring Yang Weiqian to justice."

Yang Zhengming's heartbeat quickened slightly, but he still maintained a respectful expression on his face.

He knew that behind every word and every action of Jiang Chen was an invisible threat. And this decision might mean that his nephew's fate was sealed.

Despite his anxiety, he suppressed his inner turmoil and replied with his head lowered, "Yes, Sixteenth Prince, this is naturally as it should be."

He bowed respectfully again, his voice trembling slightly. "In that case, I will bring the Jingzhao prefect back to the Dali Temple for investigation. During this period, the affairs of Jingzhao Prefecture will be jointly managed by the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, his face calm, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He could see clearly that Yang Zhengming, though submissive on the surface, was actually turbulent. For the sake of Yang Weiqian's fate, he was willing to bow to him and even secretly compromise.

A meaningful smile appeared on Jiang Chen's lips, as if everything was under his control.

"Well," Jiang Chen responded calmly, "Master Yang is right."

He paused, then changed his tone. "However, Xiong Zhiheng is the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and Luo Shihua is from the Dali Temple. The management of Jingzhao Prefecture will be temporarily in the hands of Xiong Zhiheng and Luo Shihua."

"Yes!" Yang Zhengming was secretly delighted. Although he had made a compromise, the string in his heart was still tense.

Luo Shihua and Xiong Zhiheng are now in charge of the affairs of the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple respectively. If His Highness can accept them, then as a political exchange, Yang Weiqian's situation may turn around.

However, he knew deep down that Jiang Chen's move was just to firmly embed his power in the gap between the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Sixteenth, for your trust." Yang Zhengming bowed his head again and said respectfully, "I will now take Yang Weiqian back to the Dali Temple for investigation."

He turned and left, but the worry in his heart never subsided. Although Yang Weiqian's life was temporarily saved, he knew in his heart that this was only a brief respite.

The real threat may have just begun.

Xiong Zhiheng sighed softly as he watched Yang Zhengming leave, a look of helplessness in his eyes. "Yang Weiqian accepted bribes, distorted the truth, and ultimately let him get away with it."

Jiang Chen's eyes swept over Xiong Zhiheng, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Although Xiong Zhiheng's words were a little sarcastic, he also knew that in this struggle, no one had a true winner.

"Sir Xiong, since Yang Weiqian is no longer the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, whether he lives or dies is not that important." Jiang Chen said softly, a cold glint in his eyes. "But we have gained a young man with high spirits and ambition. This deal is worth it."

Xiong Zhiheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, but then he smiled knowingly. "Yes, Your Highness is right."

Jiang Chen said as he walked: "Let's go, we haven't seen Luo Shihua for a long time."

Xiong Zhiheng nodded and followed closely. Along the way, Jiang Chen's thoughts were a little confused.

He knew that Luo Shihua was not only a chess piece arranged by Yang Zhengming for him, but also a part of his complicated past.

Especially the past with Luo Shihua's sister Luo Lan, which was still deeply engraved in Jiang Chen's heart. Every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel a complex emotion.

However, the most important task at this time was the disappearance of the Thirteenth Princess. He needed a capable assistant, and Luo Shihua was obviously the most suitable candidate at this time.

Soon, they arrived at the main gate of Jingzhao Prefecture. Outside, the elite soldiers from the Dali Temple had slowly left, leaving only one person standing at the door. That person's back looked a little lonely.

Jiang Chen looked closely and saw that it was Luo Shihua.

Luo Shihua was now slightly thinner, his face still handsome, but his eyes were more tired and depressed. Jiang Chen was slightly startled, and suddenly understood that the death of Luo Shihua's sister Luo Lan had obviously dealt a great blow to him.

That past event is still deeply imprinted in Luo Shihua's heart, becoming a shadow that he cannot get rid of.

"Luo Shihua!" Jiang Chen called slowly.

Luo Shihua heard the voice and turned around. Seeing that it was Jiang Chen, he knelt down and saluted: "Greetings, His Highness the Sixteenth!"

Jiang Chen stepped forward and helped him up, his eyes gentle but deep. "Please stand up quickly."

Luo Shihua stood up, head bowed, a look of embarrassment and fatigue on his face. "Thanks to His Highness the Sixteenth Prince. Without His Highness's help, Luo Shihua wouldn't be where he is today." His voice was a little low, as if he was trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

Jiang Chen was well aware of Luo Shihua's inner struggle, but now was not the time to dwell on the past. He sighed slightly and gently patted Luo Shihua's shoulder.

"Shihua, there's no need to talk about the past." He turned and looked forward, his tone becoming more steady. "Now there's an important matter that we need you to come with us to investigate."

Luo Shihua raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of doubt, but more of trust in Jiang Chen. "Yes!"

So, everyone moved forward together and followed Jiang Chen to Baotong Casino.

Outside the Baotong Casino, Boss Zhen was pacing back and forth at the door with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness on his face. Obviously, he had learned the news of Yang Weiqian's arrest.

A sneer flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he thought: This kid is so well-informed, it seems that he has already set up his own network of spies in the capital.

Boss Zhen didn't seem too surprised to see Jiang Chen and the others arrive. He walked straight up to Xiong Zhiheng and whispered, "Master Xiong, this is bad! My gambling house has been robbed!"

Jiang Chen and Xiong Zhiheng looked at each other, both feeling confused.

What was Mr. Zhen up to? How did he know about Yang Weiqian's arrest, and why did he bring up the theft now?

Xiong Zhiheng asked in a deep voice, "Boss Zhen, please tell me slowly, what exactly is going on?"

Boss Zhen seemed anxious, yet hesitant. He hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "When I was taking inventory of the warehouse this afternoon, I discovered the lock had been pried open. Upon closer inspection, I discovered three thousand taels of silver were missing."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, this matter didn't seem that simple.

Boss Zhen continued in a low voice with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness, "And... and..." He paused for a moment, as if thinking about whether to continue.

Jiang Chen's heart moved, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. "And what?" he asked in a deep voice.

His eyes were fixed on Boss Zhen.

Boss Zhen nodded and whispered, "Besides, my nephew disappeared this afternoon, and his room is a mess!"