Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen had just returned to Ningbo Prefecture. Although he was still thinking about the confusion and thrill in the court, the Ninth Prince had already sent someone to deliver the gold-thread soft armor to Ningbo Prefecture.

Jiang Chen was attracted by the delicate texture and dazzling light of the gold-wire soft armor. Jiang Chen slashed it twice with a dagger, and the gold-wire soft armor remained intact.

The soft armor is as light as a feather, yet extremely strong. When you touch it gently with your hand, it feels silky and delicate, as if you can feel its warmth and strength.

Just as he was absorbed in watching, he suddenly heard a burst of silver bell-like laughter coming from outside the yard, crisp and pleasant.

Jiang Sirou pulled He Xiaowei in excitedly.

Jiang Sirou had sharp eyes and immediately noticed the golden soft armor in Jiang Chen's hand. Her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had discovered some treasure.

"Sixteenth brother, is this the legendary golden silk soft armor?" Jiang Sirou asked anxiously, with uncontrollable excitement in her voice.

"Yes, this is the golden silk soft armor you have been dreaming of." Jiang Chen replied with a smile and handed over the golden silk soft armor.

Jiang Sirou took the soft armor and felt it carefully. She stroked it with both hands, feeling its flexibility and strength. Her face was full of surprise: "Haha! What a good treasure! All my efforts these days have finally paid off. I'll borrow it first."

Jiang Chen nodded: "I'll give it to you directly!"

Jiang Sirou smiled even brighter: "Really? Then I'm one step closer to becoming a great heroine."

She walked nonchalantly behind He Xiaowei, holding the golden soft armor. Suddenly, she turned around and pushed He Xiaowei in front of Jiang Chen: "Then I will give you a gift too, hahaha!"

He Xiaowei's face flushed red, she staggered after being pushed, and fell directly into Jiang Chen's arms.

Jiang Chen didn't react in time and hugged her directly.

"Oh~" He Xiaowei exclaimed and broke free from Jiang Chen's arms.

He Xiaowei blushed and whispered, "Sister Rou, you are so naughty!"

Jiang Sirou laughed heartily, her eyes full of mischief: "I'm not kidding, you two look so well-matched!"

Jiang Chen's smile widened, and he suddenly asked, "He Xiaowei, have you told Prime Minister He about the 'work-for-relief' program?"

He Xiaowei shook her head, looking bewildered: "No."

Just when Jiang Chen was confused, Jiang Sirou said, "I told my father, what's the matter?"

Then he looked at the two of them, shrugged and said, "You've already suffered so much, you can't let others take the credit for your work!"

Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Sirou helplessly: "Thirteenth sister, you still do things without thinking."

Jiang Sirou said cheerfully, "With you two here, do I even need to use my brain?"

He Xiaowei said softly, "Your Highness, you will soon be crowned King of Yan. Do you need to prepare for some things in advance?"

"How is Han Qingsong now?" Jiang Chen said after thinking for a while after hearing what He Xiaowei said.

"Han Qingsong and his companions live in the dilapidated Wuyi Temple outside the capital and are reclaiming wasteland," He Xiaowei replied.

Jiang Chen decided to go see Han Qingsong and others, so he took Dianzhang to the ruined temple, and the two women went back home.

It was dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in front of the temple, and the air was filled with the faint smell of earth and firewood.

Jiang Chen and the other person walked into the temple and saw Han Qingsong busy cooking porridge for his younger brothers and sisters. The aroma of porridge filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of rice grains, which made people salivate.

Several children sat together, holding bowls and plates in their hands, their eyes full of anticipation. Han Qingsong poured the cooked porridge into bowls and handed them to his younger brothers and sisters.

The children blew on the hot tea carefully, then drank it spoonful by spoonful with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Jiang Chen introduced Dianzhang to Han Qingsong, calling him a master of the palace.

Jiang Chen squatted down and said to Han Qingsong, "Qingsong, you have more important things to do in the future. You should first take your brothers and sisters to practice martial arts, mainly learning some self-defense skills. Dianzhang will come to guide you often."

"Ah? Why?" Han Qingsong was puzzled at first, then replied, "Yes, sir!"

Han Qingsong knew that he and his three younger brothers and sisters were rescued by Jiang Chen. Although he didn't know Jiang Chen's true identity, he had immense trust in Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded. Before leaving, he took out some silver from his pocket and handed it to Han Qingsong: "Dianzhang will come here often in the future. You can talk to him if you have anything."

Han Qingsong took the silver gratefully, thought about it thoughtfully, and then nodded to Jiang Chen with tears in his eyes.

Just then, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Everyone turned to look and saw a snow-white horse galloping towards them, its body stained with blood. The person on the horse was staggering and looked extremely weak.

"Clang!" Dianzhang drew his sword and stood in front of Jiang Chen, Han Qingsong and others.

"Qingsong, take your brothers and sisters and hide!" Jiang Chen shouted in a low voice, his words revealing an irresistible majesty.

Han Qing pulled up his youngest sister, and then took his two younger brothers and hid behind the statue of the God of War in the ruined temple.

Dianzhang walked forward slowly with a sword in his hand, while Jiang Chen followed slowly behind him.

"It's General Annan!" Dianzhang exclaimed after seeing the true identity of the visitor.

Jiang Chen walked over quickly and saw that the person lying on the horse's back was none other than Zhong Xiaodan, the second son of the Zhong family.

Then, three assassins in exotic costumes were seen approaching quickly.

Each of them had a fierce and indifferent look in their eyes, holding a scimitar, the blade of which shone coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Each step they took on the ground was silent, as if blending into the darkness.

One of them looked around sharply, cunningly looking for an opportunity to strike.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer. He suddenly accelerated, and with a flash of his knife, he rushed straight towards Jiang Chen.

Dianzhang shouted loudly, and his sword flashed like a rainbow, intersecting with the assassin's scimitar, sparks flying everywhere. The sound of swords clashing was deafening, and the battle instantly became white-hot.

The other assassin sneered and circled around Dianzhang's flank, preparing for a sneak attack. His movements were swift and stealthy, approaching silently like a venomous snake.

Dianzhang fended off the attacks of the first two assassins. His movements were swift and sharp, and each sword strike was extremely precise.

The third assassin was even more cunning. He didn't strike immediately, but instead watched from the sidelines, waiting for the perfect moment. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes, and the scimitar trembled slightly in his hand, like a venomous snake ready to strike.

Suddenly, he jumped up, with the blade pointing directly at Jiang Chen's heart.

At this critical moment, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, he took out a dagger from his arms and attacked quickly.

The dagger flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning, striking the third assassin's wrist. The assassin screamed, and the scimitar fell to the ground.

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to rush forward and fight side by side with Dian Zhang. The two of them worked together to force back the three assassins.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassins snorted coldly, retreated quickly, and disappeared into the night.

Zhong Xiaodan fell into coma again due to his serious injuries. Jiang Chen and Dian Zhang helped him onto the horse and quickly rushed back to the general's mansion.

On the way, Zhong Xiaodan was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious, muttering: "Be careful... They will all use poison... Their target is not only me, but also... and..."