Who put the yellow robe on me?

"Present it." Emperor Liang's voice was low and majestic, with a hint of unquestionable command.

Zhao Ji quickly stepped forward, took the letter from Cao Shouku, and carefully handed it to Emperor Liang. Emperor Liang took the letter and gently stroked the envelope with his fingers, feeling the roughness and coldness of the paper.

His gaze lingered on the envelope for a moment, and he wondered to himself, "What exactly does this letter say? Why is Cao Shouku so hesitant?"

Emperor Liang slowly opened the envelope and scanned the words on it. His pupils suddenly contracted and his face turned ashen.

Eight words were neatly written on the letter paper: "Sixteenth Prince, pretending to be a royal descendant."

"Bastard!" Emperor Liang was furious. He slammed the dragon throne and stood up!

His voice exploded in the hall like thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

Emperor Liang's chest heaved violently, his face flushed red, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Emperor Liang suddenly coughed, as if he was coughing up all his internal organs. His body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The atmosphere in the hall instantly reached a peak of tension, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" In the Wanhe Hall, the ministers knelt one after another, their voices filled with fear and uneasiness. Their foreheads pressed against the ground, not daring to look up and face the wrath of Emperor Liang.

Zhao Ji stepped forward quickly and gently patted the Emperor Liang on the back, his voice filled with anxiety and concern: "Your Majesty, please calm down, Your Majesty, please calm down!"

Emperor Liang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His coughing gradually subsided, but his expression remained terrifyingly gloomy. His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, as if searching for some hidden truth.

"Prime Minister He," Emperor Liang's voice was low and cold, with a hint of temptation, "Take a look!"

Emperor Liang signaled Zhao Ji to hand the letter to Prime Minister He. Zhao Ji carefully took the letter and presented it to Prime Minister He with both hands. Prime Minister He took the letter, glanced at the eight words, and frowned slightly.

"Sixteenth Prince, impersonating an imperial descendant?" exclaimed Mu Shenru, the Minister of Rites beside Prime Minister He, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. He stared intently at the letter, as if trying to see through the eight words.

Following Mu Shenru's exclamation, all the ministers in Wanhe Hall exclaimed in surprise, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became noisy.

"How...how is this possible?" Annan General Zhong Xiaodan murmured, his face turning extremely pale. His fingers trembled slightly, and he was obviously overwhelmed by the shock of this sudden news.

"The sixteenth prince is pretending to be a royal descendant? This... this is simply a fairy tale!" The face of Guo Wulie, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, became extremely ugly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

The discussion in the hall was endless, as if an invisible storm was brewing. Everyone's eyes turned to the sixteenth prince Jiang Chen, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Jiang Chen stood aside, his face terribly gloomy. His eyes were fixed on the letter in Prime Minister He's hand, and a storm of emotions surged in his heart.

He knew that the appearance of this letter would undoubtedly push him to the forefront. If Emperor Liang believed the contents of this letter, his situation would be extremely dangerous.

"Father," Jiang Chen's voice was low and firm, with a hint of unquestionable majesty, "This letter is clearly a deliberate frame-up, an attempt to sow discord! I have never pretended to be a member of the royal family. Please be discerning!"

Emperor Liang's gaze lingered on Jiang Chen's face for a moment, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He knew that Jiang Chen was always calm and composed, never transgressing any rules. However, the appearance of this letter left him feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Prime Minister He?" Emperor Liang's voice was low and majestic.

Prime Minister He bowed slightly with a respectful look, but there was an elusive light in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping between Jiang Chen and Emperor Liang, and then he spoke, "Your Majesty, this matter is of great importance, and I believe it must be handled with caution. The origin of this letter is unknown, and it would be too hasty to conclude that the Sixteenth Prince is guilty based on just eight words."

Mu Shenru bowed slightly, his expression respectful, but a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal flashed in his eyes: "Your Majesty, these eight words are not simple."

Prime Minister He frowned slightly, and asked tentatively, "Lord Mu, what do you mean?"

Mu Shenru smiled slightly, a hint of pride in his tone: "Prime Minister He, you don't know, I have been in charge of the Ministry of Rites for twenty years, and I know every font in the world like the back of my hand. And these eight characters are obviously a type of official script, Bo Li!"

Prime Minister He frowned even more tightly, and asked with a hint of doubt: "Bo Li?"

Mu Shenru smiled slightly, with a hint of deep meaning in his tone: "The family that writes the most Boli calligraphy is the Yang family of Bozhou!"

Prime Minister He's expression changed slightly, with a flash of shock in his eyes: "Bozhou Yang family? You mean..."

Mu Shenru nodded, a hint of pride in his tone: "Exactly! There are very few members of the Bozhou Yang family in the capital, and even fewer women. Plus, these eight characters are written so neatly, it's obvious that they were written by someone who has been familiar with poetry and literature since childhood."

Prime Minister He's expression became even uglier, and his tone was tentative: "Lord Mu, please be careful with your words!"

Mu Shenru smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of deep meaning: "Prime Minister He, these eight words were not written by anyone else, but by Empress Defei!"

Mu Shenru's words were like a hammer, hitting everyone in the hall. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, filled with shock and disbelief. "Empress Defei? How is this possible?"

Emperor Liang's face instantly turned ashen, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His fingers tightly gripped the armrests of the dragon throne, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at Mu Shenru coldly: "Mu Shenru, do you know what you are talking about?"

Mu Shenru bowed slightly, his expression respectful, but a hint of unconcealable pride flashed in his eyes. "Your Majesty, every word I say is true. The handwriting of these eight characters is exactly the same as that of the Virtuous Consort. I have been in charge of the Ministry of Rites for twenty years and I know every handwriting in the world like the back of my hand. I would never make a mistake."

Emperor Liang's expression grew even darker, and a storm surged in his heart.

He knew that Concubine De had always lived in seclusion and had never done anything inappropriate. What's more, this Concubine De was the biological mother of the Sixteenth Prince!

"Empress Defei?" Prime Minister He's voice was filled with disbelief. "Lord Mu, are you sure?"

Mu Shenru nodded, his tone firm, "Prime Minister He, I guarantee with my life that these eight words were written by Consort De."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Emperor Liang, as if waiting for his decision.

Emperor Liang's expression was terribly gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Come here!" The Emperor Liang's voice was deep and majestic, carrying a hint of unquestionable command, "Bring Concubine De into the palace immediately. I want to interrogate her personally!"