Who put the yellow robe on me?

Ninth Prince Jiang Yu's pupils suddenly constricted, and his face instantly turned pale. His fingers trembled slightly, as if an invisible force had seized his heart. He turned his head sharply, staring intently at Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger.

"You...you knew it a long time ago?" Jiang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Jiang Chen remained standing, a half-smile on his face. His eyes were as deep as a lake, as if he had already seen through everything. He didn't answer immediately, but gently raised his hand and adjusted his sleeve, his movements calm and unhurried, as if the tense atmosphere before him had nothing to do with him.

"Nine Brother, why are you so excited?" Jiang Chen's voice was calm, yet with a hint of sarcasm. "I just got the news before you."

Jiang Yu's face instantly turned livid, his chest heaving violently as if a rage was burning within him. A flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger. He took a sudden step forward, almost rushing towards Jiang Chen, but Zhao Ji reached out and stopped him.

"Jiang Chen! How dare you try to trick me!" Jiang Yu's voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable anger. "You knew that the emperor wanted to see you, but you pretended to be ignorant and tricked me into saying those things! You...you are plotting against me!"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He didn't deny or explain, but simply nodded slightly, as if acknowledging Jiang Yu's accusation. His expression remained calm, as if everything was under his control.

"Ninth brother, you're right." Jiang Chen's voice was low and calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression that could not be ignored. "I did know that the emperor wanted to see me a long time ago. As for what you said just now... no one forced you to do that!"

Jiang Yu's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, like a beast trapped in a cage, trying to break free but unable to do so.

"Jiang Chen! You...you despicable villain!" Jiang Yu finally couldn't help but curse, his voice filled with undisguised anger and despair. "How dare you plot against me like this! You...you will die a horrible death!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen's smile deepened.

He ignored Jiang Yu's insults, turned to look at Zhao Ji, and said calmly: "Eunuch Zhao, let's go."

Zhao Ji nodded, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He didn't say much, but simply gestured for Jiang Chen to follow him.

Jiang Chen stepped forward, his steps calm and firm. His back stood tall and straight in the dim prison, like an unshakable mountain. Jiang Yu stood there, watching Jiang Chen leave, his anger and resentment threatening to consume him.

"Jiang Chen! Don't be so complacent! Do you think you can get away with it? You...you will pay the price sooner or later!" Jiang Yu's voice echoed in the sky prison, with an unconcealable anger and despair.

However, Jiang Chen's footsteps did not stop for a moment. His figure gradually disappeared at the end of the dim corridor, leaving Jiang Yu standing there alone, his face gloomy and terrifying.

Zhao Ji led Jiang Chen through the long palace corridor and finally arrived at the Liang Emperor's imperial study. The door of the imperial study slowly opened, and a faint sandalwood scent wafted in, mixed with the scent of books, which was refreshing.

Jiang Chen walked into the imperial study and glanced at everyone in the room.

Daliang Prime Minister He Wendao, Minister of Justice Bai Binggong, Vice Minister of Justice Xiong Zhiheng, General Zhong Xiaoshan of Annan, Minister of War Su Yunliang, and others stood on either side, each with a different expression. In the center of the imperial study, kneeling was a man who was none other than Jiang Chen's personal guard, Dianzhang.

Dianzhang's face was as pale as paper, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. His body was trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment. His clothes were disheveled, and his chest was still wrapped in thick bandages, clearly someone who had just recovered from a serious illness. His eyes were filled with fatigue and pain, as if he had experienced endless torture.

Emperor Liang sat on the dragon throne, his eyes deep and majestic. His fingers tapped the armrests rhythmically, as if he were lost in thought. His gaze fell on Jiang Chen, and his voice was deep and powerful: "You're here!"

Jiang Chen stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, your son pays homage to you, Father."

Emperor Liang nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Dianzhang, who was kneeling on the ground. His tone was filled with an unquestionable majesty: "Dianzhang, you stand up first and stand aside."

Upon hearing this, Dianzhang struggled to his feet and stumbled to the side. His body was still trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, no words came out.

Emperor Liang's gaze fell on Jiang Chen again, and his voice was low and powerful: "Chen'er, I want to ask you, what exactly happened on the night that the Thirteenth Princess disappeared?"

Jiang Chen lowered his head slightly, his expression respectful and calm. His voice was low and clear, as if he was recounting a perfectly ordinary event: "Your Majesty, that night, your son, Thirteenth Sister, and others returned from the Western Regions. After entering the city, your son had Dianzhang escort Thirteenth Sister back to the Imperial City, and you yourself returned home early to rest. As for what happened after that, your son has no knowledge of it."

His words were concise and clear, yet carried an undeniable firmness. Everyone in the imperial study had different expressions upon hearing his words.

He Wendao's brow furrowed slightly, a look of deep thought in his eyes. Bai Binggong's gaze held a hint of doubt, as if he doubted Jiang Chen's words. Xiong Zhiheng lowered his head, a complex expression, as if he was contemplating something. Zhong Xiaodan's gaze held a hint of determination, as if he believed Jiang Chen's words without a doubt. Su Yunliang's face was somewhat gloomy, and a subtle chill flashed in his eyes.

Su Yunliang stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, although the Sixteenth Prince's words are credible, he still cannot confirm whether he went out that night. Whether the Sixteenth Prince kidnapped the Imperial Guards is true requires further investigation."

There was a hint of tentativeness in his words, as if hinting at something. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhong Xiaodan.

"Minister Su!" Zhong Xiaodan's voice was loud and powerful, carrying an unquestionable majesty. "If the Sixteenth Prince really wanted to kidnap the Thirteenth Princess, it could happen anywhere along the way, but not in the capital!"

His words were so powerful that they struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The atmosphere in the imperial study suddenly became tense, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhong Xiaodan, as if waiting for his further explanation.