Who put the yellow robe on me?

There were huge crowds of people in Jingya Palace.

The eunuchs and palace maids held their breath and even walked very lightly, for fear of disturbing the unconscious Thirteenth Princess.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan stood at the palace gates, their faces still etched with tension and exhaustion. Their clothes were still stained with blood, and their haggard appearance betrayed a sense of ruthless determination. They had witnessed the Thirteenth Princess's dying breath, and now, having returned her to Jingya Palace, they couldn't let go of their worries.

Shi Baixia and Zhang Qinghe, the Imperial Hospital's best physicians, arrived, along with several young doctors carrying heavy medicine boxes. As they entered the palace, the surrounding maids didn't even dare to breathe, but quietly made way, their eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

A dull sound of footsteps entered the inner hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on them.

Emperor Liang personally arrived at Jingya Palace, his face solemn and his eyes filled with a trace of anxiety. He said nothing, but simply waved his hand, signaling the imperial physicians to rush in and treat the patient.

However, after an incense stick of time passed, there was no progress.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan stood quietly by, still feeling a lingering fear as they recalled the scene in the secret room of the tax treasury.

When they turned on the switch of the ancient house and broke into the secret room of the tax treasury, a strong smell of blood hit their noses, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and dampness, which was nauseating.

The moment the candlelight lit up, Princess Thirteen and Dianzhang fell to the ground, their faces pale and their breathing weak, as if they would die completely in the next moment.

Jiang Chen's mind flashed back to the scene at that time. He and Zhong Xiaodan rushed into the secret room with all their might. When he first saw the miserable state of the Thirteenth Princess, his heart was shocked. He could even feel the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest.

——Is she still the unruly Thirteenth Princess who dared to disobey the emperor's orders?

Her lips were pale, her body was cold, her fingers were trembling slightly, and she was curled up on the ground, as if she was suffering from unspeakable fear.

Zhong Xiaodan quickly leaned over to check her injuries, but the Thirteenth Princess had no external injuries. Her eyes were closed tightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead, as if she was still immersed in extreme fear and unable to wake up.

On the other side, Dianzhang's breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Just a tear slipped down his face, and then he completely fainted.

Time was running out, so they didn't dare to delay and made a prompt decision. Zhou Liangwei and others escorted Dianzhang back to Prince Yan's Mansion, while Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan personally escorted the Thirteenth Princess back to the palace.

Along the way, they galloped along. Zhong Xiaodan held the Thirteenth Princess in his arms and could clearly feel the coldness of her body. Her head rested on Zhong Xiaodan's shoulder, so fragile that it seemed like it would break at any moment. His brows furrowed even more tightly, and countless speculations flashed through his mind -

Who could frighten the well-informed and well-traveled Thirteenth Princess so much?

What did she see?

Or, what had she been through?

Finally, they arrived at Jingya Palace. They did not dare to delay and immediately invited the imperial physician to treat the patient.

Shi Baixia finally emerged from the inner hall, looking incredibly exhausted, even wobbling a bit as he walked. His face was covered in sweat, clearly having expended a tremendous amount of energy inside.

He fell to his knees with a thud, lowering his head and not daring to look into Emperor Liang's eyes. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Emperor Liang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he narrowed them slightly. "No need to be polite, my dear Lord Shi! How is Jingyi now?"

He tried to look into the inner hall, but the door curtains were drawn tightly and the candlelight swayed slightly in the wind, so he could not see anything.

Shi Baixia lowered his head and said in a heavy voice: "Your Majesty! The Thirteenth Princess has no external injuries, but——"

He paused here, as if hesitating about how to phrase it.

Emperor Liang's eyes suddenly turned cold. He stared at Shi Baixia and said in a tone as heavy as a mountain: "But what?"

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan also stood nearby, their expressions solemn. Zhong Xiaodan clenched his fists, his knuckles white. He knew the Thirteenth Princess's character better than anyone else. If she hadn't experienced something extremely terrifying, she wouldn't have been so frightened.

Shi Baixia finally gritted her teeth and said, "The princess is unconscious right now. It seems she has been extremely frightened!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into dead silence.

Emperor Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as deep as a cold pond. His fingers slowly tightened, and his voice dropped to a whisper: "Scared?"

He was lost in thought.

His thirteenth daughter had a rebellious nature since childhood, fond of riding and whipping a horse, even disobeying the emperor's orders and venturing into the Western Regions. She had traversed dangerous deserts and fought horse thieves. She had laughed about life and death, galloped with laughter, and never once showed the slightest fear.

So, what on earth could scare her like this?

The air seemed to freeze, no one dared to make a sound, and even their breathing slowed down a bit.

Jiang Chen finally spoke at this moment. His voice was low, and his tone was rarely anxious: "Master Shi, no matter what, please make sure that Thirteenth Sister is cured!"

He bent down and bowed deeply to Shi Baixia solemnly!

This action stunned everyone present.

The sixteenth prince, King of Yan Jiang Chen, was so proud that he never bowed to anyone.

But now, for the sake of the Thirteenth Princess, he actually showed such great courtesy to a royal physician.

Shi Baixia's expression changed slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I will do my best to treat you, but..."

His tone paused slightly and he didn't finish his words.

However, everyone understood what he didn't say.

What if it can’t be cured?

Emperor Liang's eyes became extremely terrifying. He stared at Shi Baixia coldly, his voice low but filled with murderous intent: "No 'but'. Lord Shi, if Jingyi cannot be cured, you can prepare a white silk for yourself."

Emperor Liang spoke these words slowly but with a heavy pressure and the coldness and majesty unique to an emperor.

Shi Baixia's forehead instantly broke out in sweat. He knelt on the ground trembling and kowtowed repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! I understand!"

After saying this, he staggered to his feet and dejectedly retreated back to the inner hall to continue treating the Thirteenth Princess. Silence once again fell outside the hall.

Emperor Liang's expression was as gloomy as a cloud, his hands were clenched into fists, and veins were slightly bulging.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan stood on one side, no one spoke, but a hint of uneasiness could be seen in their expressions.

Time passes minute by minute.

The palace servants outside the door knelt on the ground. They didn't dare to make any sound. The entire Jingya Palace was eerily silent.

Everyone present knew that Emperor Liang had always doted on the Thirteenth Princess, even allowing her to disobey the imperial order and travel to the Western Regions. But now, she had been kidnapped, her life or death uncertain. How could the Emperor tolerate this?

At this moment, a voice sounded softly.

"Father, you are not feeling well. Why don't you go back and rest for a while?"

The Sixth Prince Jiang Fu finally couldn't help but speak. He looked respectful and spoke in a gentle tone, but there was a deep inquiry in his eyes.