Who put the yellow robe on me?

The Sixth Prince Jiang Fu's voice was gentle and respectful, but Jiang Chen could hear a subtle kind of flattery in his ears.

Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen glanced sideways at Jiang Fu and shook his head inwardly. Jiang Fu, though naturally intelligent, was always somewhat sly. His attempt to exploit his father's anxiety to enhance his own influence was truly a low-level political tactic.

Emperor Liang still ignored Jiang Fu. His eyes were fixed on the door of the inner room of Jingya Palace. His expression was as frozen as ice, as if the worry in his heart had completely consumed him.

Jiang Chen stood beside Emperor Liang, observing his father's tense face, feeling a little complicated.

Jiang Chen understood that this wasn't just due to the Thirteenth Princess's fondness for Emperor Liang, but more importantly, the deep bond between her and the Emperor, a bond of father and daughter. Although Jingyi's rebelliousness and impulsiveness often caused her father headaches, she was still the Emperor's biological daughter, and her heart was filled with a tenderness that he could never let go of.

"Father..." Sixth Prince Jiang Fu paused when he saw Emperor Liang didn't respond. He had thought these words would ease his father's nerves a little, but the Emperor Liang's gaze grew darker, as if silently rejecting his concern.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a sneer. Jiang Fu wasn't concerned about his father's health; he was simply looking for an opportunity to enhance his presence in this tense atmosphere.

Jiang Chen secretly sneered in his heart. It seemed that Jiang Fu not only wanted to take the opportunity to show himself, but also wanted to establish a "gentle and kind" image in front of his father, paving the way for the future fight for the throne.

"Shut up!" Emperor Liang finally spoke, his voice low but filled with undeniable authority. This deep command, like a heavy whipping, instantly interrupted the oppressive atmosphere that had permeated Jingya Palace.

Jiang Fu's expression changed slightly and his brows furrowed, but he knew that no matter how much he spoke, it would be in vain. Emperor Liang would not allow anyone to disturb him anymore.

At this moment, even the palace servants and guards present dared not utter a single sound. The air within the palace seemed to freeze, and time felt unusually heavy.

Every second seemed to be oppressing everyone's heart, and anxiety and tension were intertwined into an invisible net that surrounded everyone present.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but lower his head, his eyes lost in thought. As time passed, the atmosphere in Jingya Palace grew increasingly oppressive, and his mood also began to grow heavy. Although he tried his best to remain calm, he couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

Since the Thirteenth Princess' disappearance, he has been pondering the truth of the case. The closer he gets to the truth, the more he feels that there is a huge conspiracy behind it. However, no matter how he speculates, he can never piece together a complete truth.

Four hours passed, the lights outside the door had dimmed, and the temperature dropped as the night deepened.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Thirteenth Princess has awakened!" Suddenly, the imperial physician Zhang Qinghe ran out in a hurry, with a look of joy on his face, as if the burden of the whole world had been lifted in an instant.

He ran out with hurried steps, crawling and rolling, and his voice was full of urgency and excitement.

Zhang Qinghe's sudden appearance made everyone's eyes focus on him.

Liang Huang's body trembled slightly, and then he turned around, as if all the strength to stand had been instantly injected into his body. He stared at Zhang Qinghe intently, his voice low but urgent: "What? Jingyi, she...she woke up?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Thirteenth Princess has finally woken up!" Zhang Qinghe's voice was full of joy.

Emperor Liang's expression instantly became complicated, and his heartbeat seemed to accelerate instantly.

"Quick, take me to see Jingyi." Emperor Liang's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, with a deep sense of longing and anxiety. As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and almost ran towards the inner hall.

Jiang Chen and Jiang Fu followed closely behind, followed by several guards. Their footsteps echoed in the empty palace, carrying a heavy atmosphere.

Jiang Chen's heartbeat quickened, and the pale face of the Thirteenth Princess seemed to appear before his eyes. His thoughts were temporarily unable to calm down. Jiang Fu walked silently beside Jiang Chen, his brows slightly furrowed, but a gentle smile still played on the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, he was also waiting for the Thirteenth Princess's "awakening" to bring about some kind of turning point, but Jiang Chen knew that behind all this, it might not be as simple as they wished.

The group finally arrived at the Thirteenth Princess' inner room. The room was quiet and the air was filled with the scent of herbs. The strong medicinal fragrance almost suffocated people.

On the bed, the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou lay on the pillow, her face pale and her breath weak, but her eyelids had begun to tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up from a coma.

Empress Xiao had already been standing by the bed, looking anxious. When she saw Emperor Liang come in, she immediately stood up and saluted, saying urgently, "Your Majesty!"

"No need to be polite," Emperor Liang waved his hand, his steps unwavering as his gaze immediately turned to the Thirteenth Princess on the bed. Empress Xiao was filled with worry, but seeing Emperor Liang's anxiety, she had to suppress her emotions temporarily.

The Thirteenth Princess's eyelids trembled slightly, and finally, her pupils slowly opened. At that moment, Emperor Liang's heart almost skipped a beat.

Princess Thirteen's eyes were a little blurry, and her consciousness had not yet fully recovered. She tried to sit up, but because she was too weak, she eventually fell back, her head drooping lightly on the pillow.

Her eyes began to scan the crowd in the room, and finally, her gaze stopped on Emperor Liang. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she stopped.

A trace of pain flashed across Liang Huang's eyes, and he asked in a low voice: "Jingyi, who did it?"

The Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou had a dazed look in her eyes and whispered, "Greetings, Father!" Her voice was hoarse and a little weak, as if she had not yet fully woken up from the fear.

Emperor Liang immediately held her trembling hand tightly: "Jingyi, no need to be so polite." He wanted to say more, but when he saw her weak appearance, all the words suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Empress Xiao said anxiously, "Don't be afraid, my daughter. Father and mother are here. What exactly happened that day?" Her words were filled with suppressed worry, as if every word was permeated with a mother's heartache.

Jiang Sirou's eyes swept over everyone in the room. She glanced at Emperor Liang, her eyes silent, then turned to the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu, then to the Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen, and finally, her eyes stopped on the Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's heart suddenly jumped, and his intuition told him that things were not as simple as he thought.

Jiang Sirou looked at him with eyes full of confusion and shock, and her body trembled slightly.