Who put the yellow robe on me?

Shi Baixia spoke slowly, "Three years ago, I witnessed the Crown Prince's rebellion with my own eyes. Yanyun fell, and conspiracies raged within and outside the capital, leaving the people suffering. At that time, my brother, with whom I depended for survival, was captured by the Northern Qiang. Three years have passed, and there's no telling whether he's alive or dead... I'm filled with hatred for the Northern Qiang, and I'm begging you to find out if my brother is still alive."

When saying this, Shi Baixia's voice was low and hoarse, as if it could make people feel the endless loneliness and heartache of those three years.

Hearing this, the heart of the Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen suddenly tightened, and complex emotions surged in his heart: he was concerned about his brotherhood, worried about the fate of the country, and sympathetic to the grief that Shi Baixia had endured for many years.

Shi Baixia continued, "I don't care who the true prince is, but the general's words today deeply touched me. I firmly believe that if the Northern Qiang invade, it will be you who will resist the invasion and protect our Liang Dynasty, not that hypocritical pervert who only knows how to curry favor with others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Baixia knelt down, his voice full of earnestness and despair, and kowtowed to the Sixteenth Prince.

The courtroom suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of my own breathing and the dull thud of my knees hitting the ground could be heard.

Seeing this, the Sixteenth Prince's heart moved. He quickly stretched out his hands to help Shi Baixia up. His eyes were firm and filled with a burning sense of responsibility. He said solemnly: "Master Shi, don't worry. If my brother were still alive, I would definitely bring him back to the capital. I mean what I say!"

Shi Baixia looked up at the Sixteenth Prince, his eyes full of gratitude, and whispered, "Thank you, Sixteenth Prince..." His words were filled with gratitude and a hint of helplessness, as if the heavy past was still lingering in his heart.

The Sixteenth Prince pondered for a moment, then turned his tone to questioning, "Master Shi, I've always wondered, when you held up those two bowls of water, did you see what was in the water..."

His voice was low and filled with urgency, as if the memory of that moment was still fresh in his mind, still carrying a cold touch.

Shi Baixia frowned slightly and replied in a deep voice, "I have been practicing medicine for thirty years and have a keen eye. I can tell what's in the water at a glance."

He paused, as if recalling that subtle moment of the past, as if the air in the entire Imperial Hospital was frozen by the unusual smell of water.

The Sixteenth Prince then asked, "I remember that Prime Minister He once asked you if there was something wrong with the water, but you replied that you didn't know." His voice was full of confusion and anxiety, and questions kept circling in his mind, as if the secret in the water was the key to solving more mysteries.

Shi Baixia sighed softly and said slowly: "Indeed, the strange thing in the water was not caused by this old minister."

His voice was choked with sobs, and a hint of helpless sadness flashed in his eyes. "Actually, the Thirteenth Princess and Miss He Xiaowei had just arrived at the Imperial Hospital. I was rushing to get medicine for the Thirteenth Princess, and Miss He left briefly."

Before he finished speaking, the Sixteenth Prince's expression suddenly changed, with a hint of surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

"Could it be..." An unbelievable thought suddenly surged in the mind of the Sixteenth Prince, and he almost murmured in a low voice, "Could it be that He Xiaowei also knew about my identity?" His voice trembled, as if this guess would trigger a chain reaction, impacting the already shaky peace in his heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden, forceful knock on the door outside the main hall. "Knock, knock, knock!" The sound was crisp and rapid, interrupting the Sixteenth Prince's contemplation. A young imperial physician hurriedly called out, "Master Shi! The Thirteenth Princess is here!"

Shi Baixia raised his eyebrows and said with a little uneasiness: "Sixteenth Prince, it is estimated that the Thirteenth Princess's illness has relapsed. I will go there now." There was a hint of worry in his words, as if he was always concerned about the princess who was suffering from a serious illness.

The Sixteenth Prince immediately waved his hand, his tone full of warmth and concern: "It's okay, I'll go with you." After that, he and Shi Baixia walked out of the main hall together.

As soon as they stepped into the corridor of the Imperial Hospital, they met the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou at the corner amidst the swaying lights.

When she saw the Sixteenth Prince, her slightly haggard face suddenly turned into one of fear, and she called out softly, "Tenth... Sixth Brother!"

There was a mixture of surprise and endless sorrow in her voice, as if that call could vent all her grievances and despair.

The Sixteenth Prince's heart tightened, and he hurried forward to support her, saying softly in a low voice: "Thirteenth Sister, it's me..." His warm hand gently held her cold palm.

Seeing this, Shi Baixia hurried forward and asked, his voice full of a doctor's sense of responsibility and concern: "Princess Thirteen, has your condition relapsed? Or is there something wrong with the medicine?" A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, as if the smile that was once full of hope had been slowly eroded by illness.

However, the Thirteenth Princess didn't seem to listen to Shi Baixia's words. She just stared at the Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen without saying a word, her eyes filled with loss and unspoken pain. After a moment, she could no longer hold back her tears. Suddenly, she burst into tears and threw herself into the Sixteenth Prince's arms, crying heartbreakingly.

At this moment, Shi Baixia seemed to realize that what the Thirteenth Princess was really looking for in her eyes was not him, but the Sixteenth Prince, whom she relied on spiritually. So he gently waved his hand, signaling the young doctors around him to step back, and he silently retreated to the medicine room, his heart full of emotion and worry about the deep love between the brother and sister.

Seeing this, the Sixteenth Prince slowly put down the warmth in his hand, sighed, and asked, "Okay, Thirteenth Sister, what happened?"

Princess Thirteen tried hard to hold back her tears and said in a low but firm voice, "Sixteenth brother, it's not good... Xiao Wei'er... has gone back." Her tone revealed a heart-wrenching helplessness and fear, as if the word "went back" contained too many unspeakable secrets and hidden pains.

The Sixteenth Prince frowned, his face full of confusion: "Gone back? What do you mean by gone back? Miss He went home?" He asked anxiously in his heart, with confusion and worry flashing in his eyes.

The Thirteenth Princess slowly shook her head, her voice filled with helplessness and heaviness. "No, she... was taken back by Prime Minister He." These words, like a bolt from the blue, split the fog in the Sixteenth Prince's heart. A flicker of shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "Taken back? Why would this happen?"

Then, the Thirteenth Princess explained in a low voice: "It seems... that the Minister of Rites Mu Shenru went to see Prime Minister He, and then... they talked about the child marriage." Her voice gradually became trembling, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.

The Sixteenth Prince was immediately shocked, his heart filled with mixed emotions: "What? Child marriage?!" He could hardly believe his ears...