Who put the yellow robe on me?

The Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen's face remained calm as before. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, like a sharp sword piercing the heart: "Prime Minister, if I am not mistaken, then the fake Sixteenth Prince is the one who kidnapped Thirteenth Sister."

Before he could finish his words, a finger-severing plum blossom dart suddenly fell out of his sleeve pocket and hit the bluestone ground with a clang.

He paused, as if recalling that thrilling scene, his voice dripping with icy anger. "I remember that day, when Dianzhang was escorting Thirteenth Sister back to the capital, that man looked almost identical to me, yet his movements were strangely treacherous—he had the audacity to impersonate me and frame me for Thirteenth Sister's kidnapping! Along the way, Dianzhang spotted several subtle anomalies and left a severed finger plum blossom dart on the trail as a clue, hoping to find evidence to expose the true culprit later."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a determined fire of seeking justice for the Thirteenth Princess.

His heartbeat seemed to accelerate at that moment, and every word he spoke radiated ironclad determination. Silence reigned in the hall, as if only these resonant words echoed in the universe.

General Zhong Wenbin was stunned when he heard this. His face turned pale in an instant and he exclaimed in surprise, his voice full of disbelief: "This...how is this possible?" Zhong Wenbin's brows were full of shock and doubt, as if the twilight in the sky had lost its luster because of these words. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to continue.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen remained calm and continued, his tone filled with both determination and helplessness: "How can true siblings kill each other? Prime Minister, I will definitely seek justice for the Thirteenth Princess!"

Every word sounded like a vow, as if a fire of revenge had been ignited in his heart, a vow to expose this conspiracy and clear the wrongs! His eyes were firm, revealing a resolute calm, as if he had already seen through this complex court intrigue.

After hearing this, Prime Minister He's face flashed with a brief moment of contemplation. Countless calculations raced through his mind, as if he were weighing the truth and deeper meaning behind these words. After a moment, he slowly turned around and said in a tone of unquestionable command, "Let's go. His Majesty is waiting for us."

The voice was deep and resolute, as if it had frozen the entire situation at that critical moment. The four of them quickly turned and advanced, their steps swift and powerful, fearing that even the slightest delay would allow the enemy to succeed.

A group of four people came to Emperor Liang's bedroom. The dim lights in the bedroom illuminated Emperor Liang's old face. He was lying quietly on the bed taking medicine. He seemed to be immersed in a bitter nightmare because he had not seen him for a few days.

Emperor Liang's face showed signs of erosion by time, as if the once majestic emperor could no longer withstand the ravages of fate.

Inside the hall, all the civil and military officials knelt before the dragon bed of Emperor Liang, chanting in unison, "Your Majesty, we pay our respects to you! Long live the Emperor!" Their voices were filled with piety and anxiety, as if every word was a blessing for the Emperor who had suffered so much.

At this moment, General Zhong Wenbin, Prime Minister He, and Imperial Medical Bureau Censor Shi Baixia and others also knelt down in turn.

Zhao Ji had been waiting on the side. When he saw Shi Baixia from the Imperial Hospital, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly signaled Shi Baixia to take Emperor Liang's pulse.

Shi Baixia carefully placed his fingers on the Emperor Liang's trembling pulse and whispered, "Your Majesty's pulse is weak. I'm afraid the convulsion has not yet recovered..." His voice was full of worry, as if he could hear the Emperor Liang's inner uneasiness and faint trembling.

Suddenly, Emperor Liang sat up abruptly, his skinny chest heaving violently under his bright yellow nightgown. He was breathing rapidly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. "What is the current situation in the North..." Before he finished speaking, his voice became intermittent due to fatigue.

Immediately afterwards, the sixteenth prince Jiang Chen knelt on one knee. The crisp sound of his kneeling echoed in the empty hall, causing Shi Baixia's eyelids to jump, as if foreshadowing the coming of a new storm.

General Zhong Wenbin then added, "General Annan stabilized the Yunzhou defense line last night, but the Black Wolf Army commander Yelu Xiong has already stationed 80,000 troops in Shuozhou!"

Zhong Wenbin suddenly knelt on one knee and announced in a resounding voice: "I would like to lead 50,000 elite troops north. It will only take half a month——"

His words were filled with ambition, but before he could finish, Emperor Liang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Forget it, forget it. Xiao Dan is a good boy. I feel very relieved to have him in the North. Now, there is a more important matter that needs to be taken care of."

Emperor Liang's words revealed his concern for the safety of the northern border and his worries about the overall situation of the court. When the sixteenth prince Jiang Chen saw this, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated the conspiracy and crisis hidden behind it.

Emperor Liang slowly turned to Prime Minister He, his tone gentle yet firm, "My dear Prime Minister He? You have assisted me for over thirty years. How many things do you remember?"

Prime Minister He pondered for a moment, then replied calmly, "Your Majesty, next month will be the thirty-first year."

"Thirty-one years..." Emperor Liang's mumbling was torn apart by the sudden night wind. "Ever since that crown prince's rebellion, I have been hesitant to appoint a new crown prince."

Prime Minister He said softly, "Your Majesty is in good health and will surely live a long life!"

Emperor Liang scoffed at himself, "Live a hundred years? My dear Lord Shi, how long can my old bones last?"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Baixia knelt down, kowtowed and sobbed, "I am incompetent. I will research a new prescription when I return. I truly deserve to die!"

Emperor Liang smiled and waved his hand to interrupt, "Alright, alright! Life and death are determined by fate. It's hard to defy fate..."

Liang Huang's laughter suddenly got stuck in his throat and turned into a heart-wrenching cough.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Zhao Ji hurried forward and patted Emperor Liang's back from behind.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Emperor Liang coughed for a while before he recovered.

Then he suddenly turned to Prime Minister He and said, "Lord He, Lord Zhong, I trust you two the most. If I ever pass away, I hope you will work together to govern Daliang, so that I can live in peace and order even in the afterlife!"

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister He and General Zhong Wenbin quickly knelt down and said in a panic, "Your Majesty is terrified! You will definitely survive this!"

Emperor Liang smiled slightly, his eyes filled with infinite meaning, and called softly, "Chen'er?"

The sixteenth prince Jiang Chen then responded in a low voice: "Father!"