Who put the yellow robe on me?

The dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen smiled, slowly raised his head, his gaze firm, and his voice contained countless years of accumulated wisdom and strategy: "Father, as the General said, this strategy is a strategy of alienation."

He paused, his eyes gleaming with a determined fire, as if recounting the bloody events of the past on the battlefield: "At that time, I secretly made Xianyu Linyuan and the Western Regions officials suspicious of each other. It was as if our eyes were clashing with each other, and every whisper seemed to contain a hidden meaning.

In reality, some within the enemy forces had already sensed something fishy was going on, and they were engaged in endless quarrels and arguments, like a candle flickering in the wind and rain, eventually eroded by invisible undercurrents and becoming shaky. At this point, I seized the opportunity and used our troops, now at the gates of the city, to drive them into a corner, forcing them to voluntarily cede the three cities in exchange for a chance to negotiate peace.

There was a burst of praise in the hall, and it seemed that every minister was impressed by the ingenuity of the plan and the calm and composed demeanor of the Sixteenth Prince.

But at this moment, faint uneasy whispers were heard among the ministers again - some whispered about the Ninth Prince's secret plan to imprison the two generals from the Western Regions, some showed doubts on their faces, wondering why Xianyu Lin Yuan's family suddenly disappeared, and some even talked about the dispute between the two princes that seemed real or fake. All kinds of doubts were intertwined, which made people feel uneasy and suspicious.

The atmosphere in the hall quickly changed between admiration and whispers, as if the flash of swords and the shadow of sabers could tear the already fragile peace apart at any time.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, General Zhong Wenbin slowly stepped out. His deep, steady voice seemed to shake heaven and earth. His words carried the heroic spirit of a veteran on the battlefield, as well as a stern analysis of the enemy's situation: "My ministers, listen to me. When we conquered the troops of the Former Yan, we used a strategy to attack Xizhou. Back then, I personally mobilized the troops and devised a brilliant strategy, misleading the enemy into believing we were unstoppable. As a result, the Former Yan troops surrendered one after another, and the situation suddenly improved."

Zhong Wenbin's voice was sonorous, and every word seemed to strike the heart of every minister, causing everyone present to listen attentively and feel the shock emanating from him.

As Zhong Wenbin continued to narrate the battle journey full of wisdom, blood and tears, he described in detail how to use the strategy of sowing discord to intensify the internal contradictions of the enemy army, and how to use the intelligence network and the direction of the battlefield to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at the critical moment.

Every word seemed to convey the smoke, blood, and dust of the tragic battlefield into the hall, making people seem to smell the scent of rust and gunpowder mixed with the sand, and hear the crisp sound of war drums and the clashing of swords.

After Zhong Wenbin finished describing how he conquered the Former Yan and used a trick to attack the Western Province, all the ministers in the hall were refreshed and excited.

They exchanged admiring glances with each other and secretly remembered all of this in their hearts.

Just when everyone was still immersed in the joy of victory, the general restrained his heroic words and slowly turned to the dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen. His eyes were burning, as if he wanted to take in every bit of the truth in front of him.

Zhong Wenbin said calmly: "When the Sixteenth Prince received the imperial edict of recall from His Majesty, he left a will and then quietly returned to the capital." His tone was full of the calmness of someone who had been baptized by the battlefield, as if the plan had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

"Sixteenth Prince, do you still remember the plan?" Zhong Wenbin seemed to be deliberately provoking, and his words contained both expectation and temptation.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the dark-skinned Sixteenth Prince.

A subtle tension hung in the air. Jiang Chen leaned slightly to the side and spoke solemnly to Emperor Liang, "Father, before I returned to the capital, only Kucha remained unconquered in the Western Regions, and disputes between the civil officials and military commanders were ongoing. Therefore, before I left, I left a plan for the General: to cut off Kucha's food supply and adopt a tactic of encircling but not attacking."

When he said this, his voice revealed a calmness and courage that came from having experienced many hardships, as if he was recreating that harsh moment of war before our eyes, which made people admire him.

General Zhong Wenbin immediately expressed his approval, ignoring the Sixteenth Prince beside him who was spouting obscene remarks. His voice was filled with affirmation and admiration, "Indeed, during this Western Region campaign, I've discovered that while the Sixteenth Prince's martial prowess is somewhat lacking, his strategic planning skills are among the best I've ever seen, comparable to those renowned military advisors. He is truly a rare talent within the court."

Zhong Wenbin's words were like an invisible sword, cutting off all the questioning voices present. There were many different opinions in the hall for a while, but the hearts of the vast majority of ministers had already ignited a fire of pride and praise.

At this moment, Prime Minister He stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone inquiring: "What happened next? General, please continue your story."

Prime Minister He's words were like a catalyst, causing the atmosphere in the entire court to heat up again.

General Zhong Wenbin took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Prime Minister He, when we attacked Kucha City, we adopted a siege strategy. Not long after, news arrived—internal strife had broken out within the city. The civilians and the defenders were suspicious of each other, and the city was in chaos, leading to its collapse without a fight."

Zhong Wenbin said this with a smug chuckle in his voice, as if the success of the plan was a foregone conclusion, completely changing the situation in the entire Western Region. The ministers in the hall applauded, some cheering loudly, while others nodded silently, as if cheering for this unexpected victory.

At this moment, the Sixth Prince Jiang Fu suddenly stood up and said to General Zhong Wenbin and the ministers present, "General Zhong, which of these two Sixteenth Princes do you think is the real Sixteenth Brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, and a cunning glint flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince Jiang Yu.

At the same time, the commander of the imperial guards Lin Shigong, the Imperial Censor Shi Baixia and others also exchanged glances of doubt and expectation. They knew that today, the court was not only about the struggle for power and profit, but also about the future direction of the entire Daliang.

General Zhong Wenbin stood in the center of the hall, his expression solemn. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke. His voice was resounding and powerful, like a sharp sword cleaving the silent night sky. "Your Majesty, I have just heard about the confrontation between the two princes in the court, and this truly makes me suspicious. As for which one is the true Sixteenth Prince, I truly cannot determine at this moment."

He turned to Emperor Liang, his gaze penetrating. "But this old minister believes that of these two Sixteenth Princes, whoever Your Majesty deems genuine will be the true and powerful prince. Now that the Western Regions have been destroyed, and the smoke of battle is still lingering, if Northern Qiang, Southern Chu, or even Eastern Qi invade in the future, which prince will you send to fight?"