Who put the yellow robe on me?

"but……"

Xiong Zhiheng's expression suddenly changed, and his inner turmoil was palpable. Everything that had happened today was too heavy and complicated, and even he felt exhausted. It was as if the entire situation was a high-rise building ready to collapse at any moment, and every tiny change could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Xiong Zhiheng's lips trembled slightly. Although he tried desperately to calm himself down, he knew that the current situation was far beyond his control.

"But what?" He asked this question almost subconsciously, his voice trembling slightly, but he couldn't hide his inner anxiety.

Jiang Chen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pondered for a moment, as if weighing something. Finally, he spoke slowly. His voice was low, but every word was clearly heard by Xiong Zhiheng: "When I was captured in Thirteenth Sister's bedroom, Zhong Xiaodan was quite emotional. I was afraid he would do something out of the ordinary."

Xiong Zhiheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he had vaguely understood the deep meaning of Jiang Chen's words.

Zhong Xiaodan, the usually calm and composed General Annan, actually lost control of his emotions at a critical moment? This was not just a personal emotional fluctuation, but also concerned the stability of the entire situation.

He was silent for a moment, trying to clear his mind. "So, Sixteenth Prince, you want me to go look for Zhong Xiaodan?"

Jiang Chen nodded, his eyes still as calm as water: "Yes."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Xiong Zhiheng. There was a deep light in his eyes, as if he had seen through the entire situation.

Jiang Chen continued, "You must find Zhong Xiaodan and tell him the pros and cons of the whole thing. The rules and regulations are the key."

A trace of doubt flashed through Xiong Zhiheng's mind. The current situation was critical, and Zhong Xiaodan's decision would directly affect the subsequent situation. If Zhong Xiaodan was really as Jiang Chen said, emotional and irrational, it would be a huge hidden danger.

However, Xiong Zhiheng did not have time to think deeply. He knew that as Jiang Chen's right-hand man, he could only share the responsibility for Jiang Chen at this time.

He lowered his head again, his eyes darkening. "What should we do if General Annan still insists on having his own way?"

Xiong Zhiheng's tone was a little hesitant. It was obvious that he didn't completely believe that Zhong Xiaodan would remain rational at such a critical moment. He pondered for a moment and continued, "I'm afraid I can't persuade him."

Jiang Chen did not answer immediately. His brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he finally spoke, his voice calm but with impeccable decisiveness: "Then you should go find Miss He Xiaowei." He paused, looking into Xiong Zhiheng's eyes, "Miss He will definitely find a way to persuade General Annan."

Xiong Zhiheng was stunned and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled about Jiang Chen's decision.

But no matter what, Jiang Chen's judgment was always accurate. He knew he shouldn't doubt it and could only obey orders. He didn't ask any more questions and bowed deeply.

However, Jiang Chen's mood did not seem to relax because of this. Bai Binggong's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Jiang Chen turned his head calmly and looked at Bai Binggong coldly.

Xiong Zhiheng noticed the change in Jiang Chen, and his heart moved. He quickly bowed and left, but he still did not look into Jiang Chen's eyes, as if he was hiding some unspeakable secret in his heart.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on Bai Binggong, feeling a little unhappy.

Bai Binggong obviously noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two, but he didn't say much. He just bowed respectfully to Jiang Chen and then said, "Sixteenth Prince!"

His voice was normal, steady but with a hint of caution.

Jiang Chen slowly turned around and sat back on the haystack in the prison, with a hint of indifference in his eyes: "Sit down, Lord Bai."

Bai Binggong was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected Jiang Chen to speak like that. He glanced around lightly, as if he was unsure whether to continue standing or sit down.

Finally, he smiled slightly and sat down not far from Jiang Chen, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "Sixteenth Prince, a prince just said he would bring you breakfast, but I have already sent it back."

When Jiang Chen heard this, his heart moved slightly and his brows frowned slightly: "Which prince?" He instinctively felt that there must be some mystery in this.

Bai Binggong's expression changed, as if he was not prepared to answer the Sixteenth Prince's question. He then said seriously, "Your Highness, according to the laws of Daliang, no one can deliver food to the staff of the Ministry of Justice Prison, especially during this special period."

He paused, then added, "Also, the prince didn't inform us in advance, which is really against the rules."

Jiang Chen's heart moved, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Bai Binggong didn't seem completely cold-blooded; at least in this respect, he still followed the rules. Although this man was scheming, he didn't seem to be willing to harm him completely.

Jiang Chen relaxed a little immediately, but then realized that this action was leaving him with a huge favor - a debt that could never be repaid.

He smiled slightly, without much emotion in his eyes: "Master Bai, thank you for your hard work."

However, at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Ninth Prince Jiang Yu has arrived!"

Jiang Chen's body suddenly stiffened, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. His brows furrowed tightly, and that cold face instantly appeared in his mind—Jiang Yu, the Ninth Prince.

When Jiang Chen heard this name, his scalp instantly went numb and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

He gently closed his eyes, trying to keep his expression calm. No matter what Jiang Yu's intention was, he couldn't reveal any flaws at this moment.

The Ninth Prince's footsteps gradually became clearer. Jiang Chen could even hear the sound of his heavy boots hitting the stone floor as he entered the prison. Jiang Yu appeared at the prison door, his eyes sharp as a knife, and the smile on his face was incredibly ironic.

The ninth prince Jiang Yu walked slowly into the sky prison. The iron chain at the door made a heavy sound, as if the air froze with every step.

Jiang Chen remained calm, but his inner vigilance instantly rose. Jiang Yu's appearance was not a simple visit, but a provocation, perhaps with some deeper meaning.

"Sixteenth brother, you've lost weight!" Jiang Yu walked up to Jiang Chen with a forced smile, but his eyes were full of deliberate indifference and mockery.

He stood very close to Jiang Chen, but his tone carried a sense of oppression that could not be ignored, as if every word was like a sharp blade pointing directly at Jiang Chen's heart.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone was still indifferent: "Ninth brother is in a good mood today. He actually came to Daliang Tianlao for a private visit in disguise."