Who put the yellow robe on me?

In the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Liu San was tied up, his body limp against the wall, his hands tightly grasping the chains. After being severely tortured, he seemed to be using all his strength to resist the pain in his heart.

Blood oozed from his ruptured mouth, his face pale and his breath weak. Every wound on his body bore the marks of torture. His clothes had long been torn, revealing bruises all over his body.

Bai Binggong sat at the interrogation table, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, his gaze fixed on Liu San with a cold stare. Every groan from Liu San pierced his heart, his patience wearing thin. Yet, he remained unwavering.

"Liu San, stop struggling and speak." Bai Binggong's voice was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar. The only sounds in the entire prison were Liu San's painful breathing and the friction of the iron chains.

"If you don't tell the truth, even your family's lives will be in danger." Bai Binggong's fingers tapped on the table more rapidly, and with each tap, Liu San's body trembled violently. His eyes grew dim, clearly enduring unspeakable torment.

Liu San's lips trembled slightly, but he remained tightly closed, unwilling to utter a single word. Obviously, he would rather endure the punishment than reveal the truth behind it.

"Liu San, you people in the martial arts world are truly strong-willed." Bai Binggong smiled faintly, his face showing no sign of wavering in the coldness and determination. "Then continue."

He waved his hand, and the jailers immediately dragged Liu San to his feet, throwing him heavily onto the cold stone floor. Liu San's face was as pale as paper, his eyes slightly open. He no longer had the strength to struggle, only breathing softly. The clinking of chains echoed throughout the prison, like a final challenge to his will.

Just at this moment, when Bai Binggong was about to order the torture to continue, Xiong Zhiheng, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, suddenly walked in. His face was gloomy and he seemed a little hesitant.

"Sir, no more torture." Xiong Zhiheng's tone was filled with anxiety. He stepped forward and gently patted Bai Binggong's shoulder. "If you continue, Liu San will probably be beaten to death."

Bai Binggong turned his gaze to Xiong Zhiheng, glanced at him coldly, and then said slowly: "How can we let him go just like that after His Majesty has instructed us to do something? Since he insists on not saying anything, let's keep going until he says something useful." His tone was like a knife, merciless.

Xiong Zhiheng frowned and whispered, "Sir, Liu San's injuries have reached their limit. If the punishment is increased, I'm afraid even his life will be in jeopardy. After all, we may not be able to force the truth out of him."

"Not necessarily? Then we can give it a try." Bai Binggong's tone was cold, and he was ready to give the order to take action before he finished speaking.

However, just as the interrogation atmosphere became tense and Liu San's painful groans echoed in the air, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"The Sixteenth Prince has arrived!"

This sound made the entire prison seem to freeze in an instant.

Bai Binggong and Xiong Zhiheng exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise and alarm crossing their faces. They both quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

The light outside was dim, and the air was still heavy. Jiang Chen, dressed in a dark robe, walked with steady, powerful steps. His gaze, sharp as a blade, scanned everything in the prison. Upon seeing Bai Binggong and Xiong Zhiheng, Jiang Chen nodded slightly, then fixed his gaze on Liu San, who was still enduring torture.

"Minister Bai, Minister Xiong." Jiang Chen's voice was as calm as the surface of a lake. "How is Liu San's interrogation going?"

Bai Binggong and Xiong Zhiheng immediately bowed, their voices tinged with a mixture of respect and resignation. "Your Highness, Liu San is very tight-lipped. Despite being tortured, he hasn't revealed any useful information. His only revelation was that he lost a bet and had the Baotong Casino staff change the watch time."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Bet? He actually uses such a reason to explain everything. It's ridiculous." He took a deep breath, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. "What else?"

Xiong Zhiheng interjected, "There doesn't seem to be direct evidence of a crime behind Liu San. If, as he claims, he simply changed the night watch hours, then at most it's just a misdemeanor for harassing the people. Furthermore, if he doesn't reveal anything else, he might only face 300 strokes of the cane."

A sly glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he smiled faintly: "If we continue like this, I'm afraid there won't be any breakthrough. I do have a plan that might make Liu San talk."

Bai Binggong's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Your Highness, what can you do?"

Jiang Chen nodded gently, his tone calm and firm. "Lead the way, I'll try."

Bai Binggong and Xiong Zhiheng quickly obeyed the order and took Jiang Chen to Liu San's cell. The air in the cell grew heavier, and every drop of water that fell seemed to strike at one's heart.

After entering the cell, Jiang Chen left only Bai Binggong and Xiong Zhiheng behind, and asked the other jailers to stand outside. The cell suddenly became extremely silent, as if the air was frozen.

Liu San's gaze swept over in confusion, and when he saw Jiang Chen standing before him, a subtle flash of surprise crossed his eyes. "Sixteenth Prince?" His voice was weak and hoarse, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Jiang Chen sneered: "Liu San, you are in the martial arts world, but you recognize me. It seems that you have a close relationship in the palace."

Liu San was slightly stunned, his eyes flickering. Then he smiled faintly, his voice hoarse but still with a hint of sarcasm: "His Highness the Sixteenth Prince is well-known. He led the army to repel the Western Region army. Who in the capital doesn't know him?"

Jiang Chen's smile gradually faded, turning colder. "Liu San, I won't keep you in suspense. You modified the night watchman's schedule for the Minister of Rites, Mu Shenru. Taking money to ward off disaster is perfectly acceptable, but you ordered the murder of the night watchman, Bai Yinlang. That's wrong." His eyes were sharp, his tone calm yet threatening.

Liu San's expression changed slightly, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He subconsciously shook his head, his mouth tightly shut. "Sixteenth Prince, I don't know what you're talking about. I changed the watch time because I lost a bet. It has nothing to do with the Ministry of Rites. I have absolutely no dealings with them!"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and sneered, "How dare you say that! Liu San, I've had my soldiers follow you and found that you often go in and out of the Minister of Rites' residence."

Liu San's face suddenly turned pale, and the fear in his eyes was obvious.

He held back his anger, his mouth trembling slightly: "I don't know what Your Highness is talking about."