Who put the yellow robe on me?

Boss Zhen's palms were covered in cold sweat. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Jiang Chen's sharp gaze.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the hall, his eyes were cold, and they seemed to be able to see through the secrets deep in people's hearts.

Boss Zhen felt a chill run through his bones, from his feet to his head. He tried to appear calm, but his slightly trembling legs betrayed his emotions. He clutched his sleeves, his fingertips scraping against the fabric, making a barely audible rustle.

He said to himself: "Calm down, calm down, don't show any flaws."

"Boss Zhen!" Jiang Chen spoke, his voice low but carrying the force of a hammer striking the heart, "There's solid evidence of your nephew's crimes, and they could very well implicate the safety of the Thirteenth Princess!

You're covering up for me, do you want to be caught with me, or do you hope I'll give you a chance out of consideration?"

Boss Zhen suddenly looked up, his expression complicated as if he was pushed into a bottomless abyss.

His eyes dodged, his lips trembled, but he tried his best to steady his tone: "Your Highness, this is an injustice! How dare I get involved in such a case? As for my nephew, he is young and ignorant. He may have been deceived, but he has absolutely no ill intentions!"

Jiang Chen did not rush to respond, but paced back and forth slowly. His movements were neither fast nor slow, but carried an invisible pressure.

suddenly!

He placed his hand on the hilt and gently pressed it. The long sword was slightly unsheathed with a crisp "clang" sound, and the long sword was placed on Boss Zhen's neck. The sound echoed in the silent hall, like the knock of death on the door.

"Lynching is a serious crime!" Boss Zhen said with a trembling voice, trying very hard to hold on. "Your Highness, without solid evidence, using only your sword to force a confession is rather unfair."

Jiang Chen's lips curled up slightly, but his smile was chilling. "Boss Zhen, if I killed the accomplice who shielded the accomplice, do you think anyone would still worry about whether I was abusing lynching?"

Boss Zhen's heart sank. He felt a sudden chill on his neck. When he looked up, Jiang Chen's sword was already close to his neck, the cold blade reflecting a faint chill.

He smelled a faint metallic smell, as if blood would gush out in the next moment. His hands helplessly supported the floor beneath him, almost losing all his strength.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, spare my life!" Boss Zhen suddenly knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he kowtowed repeatedly. "My nephew has indeed left the capital, but I truly don't know anything about the Thirteenth Princess!"

"Where did he go?" Jiang Chen asked coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Boss Zhen hesitated for a moment, his eyes wandering.

The scene before his nephew left and his own carefully planned escape route flashed through his mind.

But now, his nephew's fate seemed to depend on his answer. He gritted his teeth and tried to find a possible way to escape.

"He...he escaped through the west gate." Finally, Boss Zhen closed his eyes and said in an almost pleading voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to lose all strength and collapsed to the ground. His back pressed against the cold blue bricks, his heartbeat like a drum, as if his entire soul had been sucked out of him.

Jiang Chen sneered and slowly retracted his sword. He looked down at Boss Zhen, his gaze like a dying ant. "Boss Zhen, if you had said this earlier, you wouldn't have suffered this physical pain."

Boss Zhen suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with despair as he looked at Jiang Chen. He was about to plead for mercy, but Jiang Chen's words dashed his last hope.

"I have deployed heavy troops at all the city gates in the east, west, south and north. I'm afraid your nephew has already been captured." Jiang Chen's voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty.

Boss Zhen was stunned, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

His mind went blank for a moment, and the words "Ximen" and "heavy troops" echoed in his ears. He suddenly realized that everything he had carefully planned and arranged was probably already calculated by Jiang Chen.

But he could not have imagined that the heavy troops stationed at the four gates in order to find the Thirteenth Princess would come in handy here.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the lobby.

"Report!" A bailiff hurried into the hall and knelt down to report, "Your Highness! The guards at the west gate have captured Zhen Jun, and General Xuanyuan is escorting the prisoner here."

Upon hearing this, Boss Zhen completely collapsed. His eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself, "It's over... It's all over..."

Jiang Chen remained calm and waved his hand calmly: "Let General Xuanyuan come in."

"Yes!" The bailiff turned and left.

A moment later, footsteps approached from afar. Xuanyuan Feiyan, clad in armor, strode into the hall, accompanied by a young man.

The young man was in his early twenties, thin and with a fair complexion. If you didn't look closely, he looked a bit bookish.

However, his expression wasn't one of steadiness and intelligence, but rather a kind of disgusting frivolity. A forced smile played on his lips, but his eyes concealed an undisguised panic and cowardice.

Especially those eyes, which were always scanning the lobby, as if looking for something to rely on or a way to escape.

"Kneel down!" Xuanyuan Feiyan shouted and pushed Zhen Jun directly to the ground.

Zhen Jun fell to his knees, his hands on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly. He glanced at Boss Zhen, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes falling on the bloodstain on his neck, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Zhen Jun," Jiang Chen said calmly, yet his tone was chilling. "I'm asking you, was the night watchman Bai Yinlang killed by you?"

Zhen Jun's eyes flickered, his lips moved a few times, but he still didn't dare to speak. He knew that if he admitted it, an endless abyss would be waiting for him. However, when he saw the coldness in Jiang Chen's eyes, the hope in his heart was as thin as paper.

Boss Zhen noticed Zhen Jun's hesitation and shook his head repeatedly, signaling Zhen Jun not to say anything!

Just hear a "duang" sound!

Jiang Chen kicked Boss Zhen, breaking his jaw. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and half of his tooth was spat out!

"Boss Zhen!" Jiang Chen shouted coldly, his eyes piercing Boss Zhen like a sharp blade. "It seems you are still stubborn!"

Boss Zhen's face was as pale as paper, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Zhen Jun," Jiang Chen turned his gaze to the young man on the ground again, and slowly unsheathed the long sword in his hand. "If you don't say anything, I don't mind letting you experience the punishment of Daliang firsthand."

Zhen Jun was shaking like a sieve and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He kowtowed and cried, "Your Highness, please spare me! Your Highness, please spare me! I am Zhen Jun, a native of the capital... Yes, I poisoned the night watchman, but... but it was my uncle's idea!"

"Shut up!" Boss Zhen yelled, veins popping out on his forehead. He reached out to pull Zhen Jun away, but Xuanyuan Feiyan kicked him away.

"Ah!" Another scream!

"Go on." Jiang Chen spoke coldly, as if he had not heard Boss Zhen's shout.