Who put the yellow robe on me?

Deng Yunde's brow furrowed slightly. He stood there, took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, and finally said slowly: "Your Highness, I found a sword in the armory." He paused, and seeing that Jiang Chen did not respond, he lowered his voice and said, "This sword is exactly the same as yours, Your Highness."

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. A sword. He had only one sword since childhood. A sword similar to this one. This news was undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

"You mean," Jiang Chen said in a low voice, as if trying to control his inner fluctuations, "that sword is exactly the same as the sword I use?"

Deng Yunde nodded, his voice low, "Yes, Your Highness. It's almost identical to your sword; it feels as if they were carved from the same mold." As if fearing Jiang Chen's reaction, he quickly added, "However, the sword itself has no markings; it can be said to be a complete replica."

Jiang Chen's mind raced. A replica? This wasn't a simple imitation, but a meticulous reproduction. If this sword was identical to his own, then there must be some hidden purpose behind it.

He suddenly remembered something, and a chill flashed in his eyes, "Where is the sword?"

Deng Yunde immediately understood what Jiang Chen meant. He whispered, "I've had the sword taken out. It's in my room now. Does Your Highness want it?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Take me to see it."

Deng Yunde understood and immediately led Jiang Chen through the corridor to his room. The atmosphere in Prince Yan's mansion was unusually quiet, as if the air was filled with a sense of oppression. Jiang Chen felt no sense of relief, but instead a heavy sense of oppression. The appearance of this sword was clearly no coincidence, but a key clue in some power game.

Arriving at Deng Yunde's room, Deng Yunde personally opened the door and motioned Jiang Chen in. The room was dimly lit, with an oil lamp flickering faintly, illuminating the silence. Jiang Chen's eyes quickly scanned every corner of the room, finally stopping at the wooden frame at the head of the bed.

The sword lay quietly there, its scabbard black and sleek, its blade gleaming with color, faintly emitting a cold aura. Its form was almost identical to the sword Jiang Chen usually used, the only difference being the slightly different decoration on the hilt, but that difference could only be described as "subtle."

Jiang Chen took a step closer and reached out to touch the sword's scabbard. His fingertips gently touched the hilt, and the cold touch made his heart tremble. Beneath his seemingly calm appearance, a faint sense of unease permeated him. He lowered his head slightly, carefully examining the sword, and suddenly a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

"Deng Yunde, are you sure this sword has not been touched in the armory?" Jiang Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Deng Yunde immediately became nervous upon seeing this and quickly replied, "Your Highness, I have personally inspected it and found nothing unusual. This sword does not appear to have been used, and there are no signs of wear on the scabbard."

Jiang Chen didn't respond. Instead, he picked up the sword from the bedside and gently pulled it out. The sword radiated a cold luster, almost identical to the sword he usually used. Even the pattern on the hilt bore a resemblance. Jiang Chen's heartbeat quickened slightly, but he remained calm and asked in a deep voice, "Has this sword ever been taken out of the armory?"

Deng Yunde frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "This sword has always been in the armory, and no one has ever used it before. I didn't find anything unusual when I checked it."

Jiang Chen's eyes grew deeper, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of his sword. He knew that such a thing was no accident, and there must be some hidden conspiracy behind it.

At this moment, Deng Yunde suddenly spoke, "Your Highness, a question just occurred to me. Since this sword is so similar to yours, is it possible..." He didn't finish his words, his expression becoming a little uneasy, "Does this mean that this sword once belonged to you?"

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly focused, and a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "This sword?" He repeated in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "How is it possible?"

Deng Yunde was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Jiang Chen's words, "What do you think this sword represents?"

Deng Yunde was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Jiang Chen meant. He immediately realized that the appearance of this sword might represent a deeper conspiracy. Behind it, there must be a hidden secret.

Jiang Chen sheathed his sword and slowly turned, his gaze growing more resolute. In his heart, he had begun to comprehend the entire situation. While everything seemed calm on the surface, in reality, a multitude of crises lay hidden. And within this complex chess game, he had found a key to breaking through.

"Deng Yunde," Jiang Chen's voice was low and calm, "Take me to see Guo Wulie."

Deng Yunde looked at Jiang Chen, slightly stunned, a little puzzled, but then nodded in agreement, knowing that this matter must be of great importance.

Jiang Chen's heart was filled with silent determination. He clutched the sword, his suspicions growing thicker. This question was no longer simply about whether something was amiss in the arsenal; it involved a much greater secret. The Sixteenth Prince, Guo Wulie, even himself—everything seemed inextricably linked, a turbulent, unpredictable undercurrent.

Deng Yunde bowed his head in silence, following closely behind him, leading Jiang Chen into Guo Wulie's residence. The night was already deep, and the chill wind rustled through the treetops. Jiang Chen's steps were firm, yet he felt no sense of relief. He knew that this time, he wasn't just facing Guo Wulie alone; it was a turning point for the entire situation.

"Master Guo," Jiang Chen said softly, without a trace of hesitation in his voice, "There are some things I must ask you in person."

Deng Yunde had already made arrangements, and Guo Wulie was waiting for them in the study. Jiang Chen walked into the study and saw Guo Wulie sitting behind his desk, holding a document in his hand, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing Jiang Chen come in, he raised his head with a wry smile, put down the document in his hand, and slowly stood up.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time." Guo Wulie bowed slightly, his eyes showing fatigue, but he still maintained his calm demeanor.

Jiang Chen sneered, "Master Guo, it's so late, and you're still working at your desk?"

Guo Wulie was slightly startled, then explained, "I dare not delay, Your Highness. The situation today is complicated, and there are many matters at the Ministry of War, both inside and outside. If we are careless, I am afraid that the court will be in chaos."