Who put the yellow robe on me?

At the same time, a solemn and oppressive atmosphere permeated the Wanhe Hall. Jiang Chen stood quietly in the hall, his eyes as cold as ice, staring coldly at the heavy palace gate, as if awaiting the judgment of fate.

He knew in his heart that the man who was rumored to be the "real Sixteenth Prince" was about to step into this hall, and this turbulent power struggle had just begun.

At this moment, complex emotions were surging in his body - wariness of the unknown, but also an inexplicable expectation. It was a kind of coldness and determination that could only be experienced after going through countless storms.

On the side, the Ninth Prince Jiang Yu and the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu each had their own thoughts and their eyes were burning.

There was a glint of cunning and anticipation in Jiang Yu's eyes, as if he couldn't wait to see how this drama would end; Jiang Fu lowered his eyes, with an irrepressible excitement and uneasiness in his heart. They both knew that the confrontation at this moment would affect the direction of the entire court.

As time slowly passed, a eunuch's hurried and solemn announcement suddenly came from outside the palace: "The Minister of Rites Mu Shenru and the Commander of the Imperial Guards Lin Shigong have arrived outside the palace!"

The voice was high and clear, seeming to penetrate the silence of time and space, instantly drawing everyone's attention to the heavy palace gate. A layer of tension seemed to gather in the air, making people feel nervous.

Emperor Liang's eyes suddenly became deep, and he said in a cold voice: "Xuan!"

The palace door slowly opened, and every slightest sound echoed in the palace, like the low ringing of an ancient bell, which was awe-inspiring.

At that moment, a tall, determined figure slowly stepped into the hall. The man's steps were steady, as if he had survived countless life-or-death trials and remained unperturbed. His gaze was calm and profound, and his entrance immediately caused a stir in the room.

Inside the hall, the ministers were whispering to each other, their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief, as if even the air was trembling at this moment.

"Who... who is this person?" someone muttered to himself, and the voice echoed in the hall.

The man walked up to the emperor, knelt slowly, and said in a low voice with a solemn expression: "Your son, I pay my respects to your father!" That respectful and firm tone seemed to freeze the entire time and space at that moment.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Liang's pupils suddenly contracted, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes. Concubine De was even more horrified at this moment. Her body trembled suddenly, as if she had heard a thunderclap, and she involuntarily took a step back.

Jiang Chen stood in the hall, a slight chill on his lips, as if he had rehearsed this scene in his mind for a long time. His heart was full of calmness and calculation. "The show is about to begin." He was secretly proud of himself, but he did not show it.

Upon seeing this, Concubine De's eyes trembled slightly. She then knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "Your Majesty, the real Sixteenth Prince has finally returned!"

Her voice was choked with sobs and sorrow, as if she was releasing all the grief she had suppressed for so long. The hall immediately erupted in an uproar, with all sorts of discussions mingling together, filled with shock and anticipation.

After hearing this, the Ninth Prince Jiang Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, as if he was secretly mocking himself; while the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu lowered his head to hide the complex emotions in his eyes. His heart had already been turbulent, but he could only endure it all silently.

A solemn look appeared on the faces of Minister of War Guo Wulie and Annan General Zhong Xiaodan. Their eyes moved back and forth between Jiang Chen and the young man, as if looking for answers and evidence.

At this moment, an intriguing scene emerged before everyone's eyes: in the palace, Jiang Chen and the new so-called "dissolute sixteenth prince" were so similar that it was difficult to tell them apart.

The two men had similar faces and looked exactly the same, except that one had dark skin, was vigorous, and had an unruly heroic temperament; while the other had a pale complexion and a listless expression, as if he had been tortured by endless indulgence and debauchery to the point of being exhausted.

The strong contrast aroused countless discussions and suspicions among the crowd. Everyone was silently wondering whether this was a trick of fate or a deliberate trap set up by someone.

"Your Majesty!" The sound of Concubine De suddenly kneeling down startled the bronze bells on the eaves. The golden phoenix steps on her temples shone with tiny specks of light. "I swear by the Yang family's hundred-year reputation that this is the real Chen'er!"

The knuckles of Emperor Liang's fingers turned white as he rested on the dragon-head handrail, and his eyes swept across the two faces reflected in the mirror below the steps.

Jiang Chen on the left had a pale complexion, and the collar of his brocade robe was stained with suspicious rouge stains; Jiang Chen on the right was wearing gold-thread soft armor, and the new arrow scar on his brow bone was still oozing blood.

Emperor Liang gazed deeply at the dissolute Jiang Chen, and asked in a low and stern voice: "Are you... really my sixteenth prince?" There was both questioning and doubt in his voice, as if he was waiting for the other party to give an irrefutable answer.

The young man slowly raised his head, his eyes burning with breathlessness, and answered in a hoarse but firm voice: "Father, I am back. I am your sixteenth prince!"

"Father, please look!" The dissolute Sixteenth Prince suddenly opened his clothes, revealing the cinnabar mole on his heart. "This is the auspicious sign you personally chose when your son was one month old!"

Concubine De just in time brought out a gilded casket containing a yellow silk scroll inscribed with the prince's birth date and characteristics. Emperor Liang's pupils narrowed slightly; the crimson droplet was an exact match for the image on the silk.

Emperor Liang turned to look at the dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen and said, "Who are you...?"

"Father! I am your Sixteenth Prince!" Seeing the situation was not good, the dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen clashed his gilded wrist guard with his scabbard, making a clear sound. "Three years ago during the winter hunt, Father hunted a white fox as a reward. The fur is still stored at the bottom of the camphorwood box in Zhaoyang Palace."

He took off his sword and presented it with both hands. "This dagger is called 'Po Lu'. It was given to me by my father when I was on the expedition to Kucha in the Western Regions. The hilt of the sword is secretly engraved with 'Made in the Bingxu Year'."

Emperor Liang stroked the inscription on the sword with his fingertips. The cold touch reminded him of that snowy night half a year ago.

Suddenly, the dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince also tore off his golden soft armor, revealing a cinnabar mole on his heart in the same position as the dissolute Sixteenth Prince!

"Ah?" Concubine De couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw it!

When Concubine De brought this fake Jiang Chen here, did she remember that she didn't give him this cinnabar mole?

Little did they know that when Jiang Chen was talking to the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou, he heard Jiang Sirou talking about the cinnabar mole she was born with, so he made one for himself.

"Your Majesty!" Mu Shenru suddenly stepped out. "I have a question. Sixteenth Prince, when he was checking the grain and fodder at the Ministry of War half a year ago, said, 'The sentry towers in Liangzhou should be raised by three feet.' You can ask Xu Jingzhu, the Minister of Works, about this."

Xu Jingzhu, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the old sentry tower in Liangzhou is ninety-nine feet high. If we want to rebuild it..."

"Minister Xu, it's ninety-three feet!" The dark-skinned Jiang Chen interrupted him, "The tower base is built with red sandstone, and the arrow holes on each layer are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper."

He turned to the dissolute Jiang Chen and said, "You said you want to increase the height by three feet, but do you know how much weight the tower base can bear?"