Who put the yellow robe on me?

At this moment, Deng Yunde said to Jiang Chen, Your Highness, in fact, compared with the first two, this third dart is more unique.

Deng Yunde said softly, with a hint of seriousness and caution in his eyes.

He pointed at the last plum blossom dart, the one with gently bent teeth. He scanned the dart, his brow furrowing slightly. "This third plum blossom dart, with its bent teeth, is even more ingeniously designed, more delicately crafted, and offers even lighter force. Furthermore, when it penetrated the teahouse's doorpost, it was noticeably more concealed and deeply impacted than the first two."

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly trembled, and that uneasy premonition surged into his heart again. He looked down at the plum blossom dart in his hand and could almost feel the unfathomable power behind it.

Jiang Chen's fingertips gently brushed the dart's body. The cold, metallic feel reminded him that this was no ordinary item. Every inch of the metal's grain exuded an unusual aura.

His eyes suddenly flickered, and he suddenly had some kind of intuition. Then he raised his head and shouted to the people around him: "Return to Prince Yan's Mansion, now!"

This order was like a thunderclap, making the crowd, who were originally a little quiet, instantly nervous.

Deng Yunde, Zhou Liangwei, Xiong Zhiheng, and the other accompanying generals all put away their expressions and immediately took action. The direction of Prince Yan's Mansion became their only target at this moment.

The crowd returned to Prince Yan's Mansion in a mighty procession. Jiang Chen walked in quick steps, his eyes flashing with sharp light, as if every inch of land ahead was hiding a secret.

In his mind, the doubts about the plum blossom dart grew heavier, and he had a vague premonition that this matter was far from as simple as it seemed.

After entering the mansion, Jiang Chen couldn't wait to open the map of the capital, spread it out, and gently run his fingertips over it.

The air around seemed to become more solemn because of this map, and everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on Jiang Chen, waiting for his orders and looking forward to his reasoning.

Jiang Chen pointed at the three locations where the plum blossom darts appeared. After staring at them for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "According to the direction of this line, if it continues to extend, it will reach... the southwest of the capital?"

Southwest? This direction, this location, didn't seem particularly eye-catching, but it stirred some ripples in Jiang Chen's heart.

What secrets were hidden in the southwest of the capital? Was there some inexplicable connection to the Thirteenth Princess's disappearance? Jiang Chen's heart was heavy, and a series of images flashed through his mind, but those images were as unclear as fog.

He shook his head, slightly suppressing his inner uneasiness, and whispered: "What is there in the southwest of the capital?" He raised his head slightly, his face still grim, but his tone revealed a hint of unconscious confusion and urgency.

Jiang Chen's eyes swept over the crowd, lingering on each of them, as if searching for some clue through their eyes: "I have no idea either. What about you? Have you found anything?"

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, the generals around him lowered their heads, and their expressions seemed a little embarrassed.

Normally, these men were as brave as tigers on the battlefield, galloping across the battlefield, yet now, faced with this complex situation, they were shrouded in a deep confusion. No one could give any definite answers.

Silence spread in the lobby, and the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

Jiang Chen watched them bow their heads in silence, and a sense of inexplicable disappointment suddenly welled up in his heart. He knew that although these generals were extraordinary, they were not the key to solving the mystery in his heart.

At this moment, Xiong Zhiheng did not rush to respond, but slowly spoke: "Your Highness the Sixteenth, I think that if the guard Dianzhang used the last plum blossom dart so hastily and urgently, it would inevitably make people think of how difficult the situation was when Lord Dianzhang used this dart."

Xiong Zhiheng's words were powerful, his tone calm and insightful, yet oppressive. Everyone turned to look at him, as if waiting for further explanation.

After hearing this, Deng Yunde couldn't help but smile, and there was some ambiguous meaning in his smile.

A vigilant glint flickered in his eyes as he spoke slowly, "Difficult? Lord Xiong may not understand Dianzhang. Dianzhang's martial arts skills are among the best in Daliang, if not the best, then he's definitely in the top five. If it were simply a matter of strength, Dianzhang would never have acted so hastily."

Zhou Liangwei also nodded and added, "Yes, Brother Deng is right. Even if two or three masters attack at the same time, Dianzhang can at least hold out for more than a hundred moves, which is more than enough time to send out a distress signal."

"You're right," Xiong Zhiheng nodded seriously, "but I still think the use of the plum blossom dart was extremely hasty. If it weren't for the extreme urgency, Dianzhang wouldn't have acted this way."

Jiang Chen fell into deep thought. Although Xiong Zhiheng and Deng Yunde's arguments each had their merits, a new question arose in his mind.

Since Dianzhang’s military power cannot be underestimated and he has the Thirteenth Princess by his side, why doesn’t he use a distress flare to fight back?

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up. He gently put down the map in his hand, slowly stood up, and said in a low voice: "What if the canon was taken away by someone he knew?"

"Someone we know?" Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, as if shocked by this sudden thought. The already tense atmosphere became even more solemn, as if the air was filled with some unknown power.

Jiang Chen slowly walked to the window, looked out at the night in the distance, his heart in turmoil.

With each step of his thinking, the originally vague situation seemed to gradually become clearer. His voice was low and full of meaning: "The person who could take Dianzhang away and not let him send out a distress signal is definitely not an ordinary person. The person who can make Dianzhang so dependent on him and not seek help from the outside world, I am afraid, is only..."

A hint of surprise flashed across everyone's eyes, and then they quickly regained their composure.

Jiang Chen slowly turned around, his eyes sweeping over everyone, finally stopping at Xiong Zhiheng: "Except for Emperor Liang, only the remaining princes can make Dianzhang do this."

These words struck everyone like a hammer, hammering down hard on their hearts. Emperor Liang? The identities of the princes suddenly became extremely sensitive. Although Jiang Chen's tone was calm, every word carried an unfathomable undercurrent.

"Even if the other first-rank ministers take action, Dianzhang has enough time to launch a flare, not to mention that the Thirteenth Princess is with him." Jiang Chen said slowly.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence...