Who put the yellow robe on me?

He Xiaowei suddenly said, "Since this house has been set up with a formation, then there must be something strange about this house itself."

Her words were clear and penetrating, echoing between the walls of the study. Jiang Chen frowned slightly, thinking about what she said.

However, he did not immediately refute He Xiaowei's words, but chose to remain silent.

In fact, he also sensed the hidden danger behind the house. It could even be said that the house was like a cage. It was quiet and peaceful on the outside, but undercurrents were surging inside.

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the moonlight outside the window, and he sighed deeply. "Although this house has its own peculiarities, I feel that the rooms near this house are the key."

After hearing what he said, He Xiaowei was silent for a while, as if thinking about something.

She clutched her sleeves tightly, her brow furrowed, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "A nearby room? What do you mean?"

Jiang Chen didn't respond immediately. Instead, he folded his arms, his eyes growing more serious. "This mansion is not a simple one. Our goal is to uncover the truth behind the Thirteenth Princess' disappearance, and this mansion is clearly a complex mystery. The formation wasn't set up here simply to obscure outsiders' view. There must be rooms nearby, holding unspeakable secrets."

Xuanyuan Feiyan had been listening quietly. She had no idea about the background of what Jiang Chen and He Xiaowei were discussing, and knew nothing about the mansion or the formation. Her brows raised slightly, as if she was a little confused, but she remained silent until Jiang Chen turned his attention to her.

"General Xuanyuan, what do you think?" Jiang Chen turned to look at Xuanyuan Feiyan, with a barely perceptible expectation in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Feiyan was slightly taken aback, having obviously not expected Jiang Chen to turn the topic to him. He lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "I don't have any opinion on this matter."

Jiang Chen nodded, as if realizing something. Just as he was about to continue his analysis, Xuanyuan Feiyan suddenly spoke up, "Your Highness, is the room behind this house the tax treasury? Is there any connection?"

As soon as the three words "Tax and Silver Treasury" came out, the atmosphere in the study froze instantly.

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and his gaze locked onto Xuanyuan Feiyan. He hadn't expected her to suddenly mention this place; the tax treasury was indeed a crucial point.

As long as there is something unknown hidden in the tax treasury, the course of the whole matter may change drastically.

Jiang Chen paused, nodded, and responded briefly: "Yes, it is the tax treasury."

At this moment, Xuanyuan Feiyan listened quietly to Jiang Chen's explanation, her brows slightly furrowed, looking somewhat puzzled. She did not continue to ask questions, but looked at Jiang Chen silently, as if waiting for more information.

Jiang Chen didn't rush to explain the details of the tax treasury. Instead, he glanced across the room and said softly, "The clues to everything that's happened recently are gradually becoming clear."

Xuanyuan Feiyan nodded slightly, indicating that he had heard something. However, his eyes still revealed a sense of inexplicable confusion.

However, he realized that the prince in front of him seemed to have already had some speculations.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Feiyan didn't respond, Jiang Chen continued, "The case of the Thirteenth Princess' disappearance is far more complicated than it seems. The implications and complexity behind it are beyond my expectations. And this mansion may just be a chess piece in this game."

Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Feiyan suddenly raised his head, his gaze towards Jiang Chen becoming sharp. "Your Highness, have you been to the Mu Mansion recently?" He asked hesitantly, but there was a hint of intuitive alertness in his eyes.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he had never been to the Mu Mansion. "I've been investigating the Thirteenth Princess' affairs and have never set foot in the Mu Mansion."

After hearing this, Xuanyuan Feiyan's expression became complicated, and he seemed hesitant, unsure whether to continue. "Maybe I'm dazzled," he whispered.

"Are you dazzled?" He Xiaowei looked at Xuanyuan Feiyan with some confusion. "General Xuanyuan, what did you see?"

Xuanyuan Feiyan took a deep breath and said slowly, "This morning, I saw someone go to the Minister of Rites Mu's residence. That person's figure and appearance are somewhat similar to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."

Xuanyuan Feiyan paused and stared at Jiang Chen, as if looking for his reaction.

Jiang Chen's heart tightened. He had long been aware of the complexity of this matter. The "some similarities" mentioned by Xuanyuan Feiyan made him alert.

Could it be that someone is deliberately imitating His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan?

"Somewhat similar?" He Xiaowei still couldn't fully understand. "Maybe they just look alike."

Xuanyuan Feiyan obviously didn't think so simply, and continued: "Not only that, I also saw the sword in that person's hand, and it was exactly the same as the sword of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."

His words fell lightly, but each word was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, shaking Jiang Chen's mind.

"A sword?" Jiang Chen was startled, his eyes widening slightly, and a sudden uneasy feeling welled up in his heart. Another sword? Could it be... He suddenly understood something, but he couldn't immediately determine it. The doubts in his heart grew stronger.

"Could it be..." Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a deep light. Although he didn't say a complete word, it was obvious that he was already guessing something. The truth of the matter might be more complicated than he imagined.

He took a deep breath, a faint smile spreading across his face, though the deep meaning in his eyes remained. "General Xuanyuan, you've worked hard. Go get some rest. We'll probably have another tough battle tomorrow." His tone was calm, yet it carried a resoluteness that could not be ignored.

Xuanyuan Feiyan was slightly startled, then nodded and left. She glanced at Jiang Chen, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything and hurriedly left the study.

Silence finally returned to the study. He Xiaowei remained quietly by the side, her hands at her sides, her eyes deep. Her thoughts seemed to remain fixed on the previous conversation, lingering on the sword shrouded in mystery.

No one spoke in the room, and the air grew stagnant. He stared at her, his gaze slightly inquiring. "Miss He, who do you think is imitating my sword?"

He Xiaowei did not answer directly, but lowered her head, as if she did not dare to meet Jiang Chen's gaze.

"Miss He?" Jiang Chen called again.

He Xiaowei quietly fiddled with the hem of her skirt, her fingers gently stroking the fabric.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Jiang Chen coughed a few more times. "Cough, cough, cough... I must rescue Thirteenth Sister."

He Xiaowei still didn't answer, but just lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling confused. He felt that this woman seemed to be hiding some important emotions, but she never spoke out.

Finally, almost when Jiang Chen thought she would remain silent forever, He Xiaowei raised her head.

She looked at Jiang Chen deeply, her eyes seemed to contain many words, but she didn't say them directly.

"Your Highness," she finally spoke, her tone calm and firm, "I support you!"