Who put the yellow robe on me?

The master responded respectfully, bowed slightly to Jiang Chen and Xiong Zhiheng, and then said goodbye and left.

Jiang Chen looked at the master's departing figure, and he became suspicious, so he asked, "Master Yang, where did the master go?"

Yang Weiqian looked a little nervous, but he quickly regained his composure and replied with a smile, "Nothing serious, just some daily affairs in the mansion."

Jiang Chen nodded doubtfully, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he got straight to the point: "Master Yang, have you visited all the other scribes?"

Yang Weiqian replied respectfully, "Your Highness the Sixteenth, the visit has been completed. No one else has died."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly and fell into deep thought: "That means only the scribe from the Candle Shop died."

Hearing this, Xiong Zhiheng also fell into deep thought.

They felt that all the clues seemed to be broken again, but Jiang Chen suddenly had an idea and thought of some possibilities.

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lord Xiong and asked, "What would the Imperial Examination Hall do if the scribe was killed or fainted while transcribing?"

Xiong Zhiheng thought for a moment and replied, "If he was killed, the Jingzhao Prefecture would intervene to investigate. If he fainted, the Imperial Hospital would treat him."

Yang Weiqian added, "Mr. Xiong is absolutely right, but we need to keep up the speed of copying, so his papers will be copied by other copyists."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he said, "Okay, we are tired from investigating the case, so let's rest today. I have a headache, I need to go to the Imperial Hospital for a checkup."

Upon hearing this, Yang Weiqian and Xiong Zhiheng stood up and said, "Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, take care of yourself."

Jiang Chen said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and left Jingzhao Prefecture, and went straight to the Imperial Hospital in the palace.

Fainted while transcribing? This was definitely not a coincidence.

Jiang Chen is now slowly discovering that the Imperial Hospital may be the key to solving this Autumn Examination case, and the clues he needs may be hidden there.

Jiang Chen walked into the Imperial Hospital and saw Zhang Qinghe, and said, "Doctor Zhang, I've been feeling dizzy lately. I even fainted today while investigating a case."

"Sixteenth Prince, please sit down and let me examine you." Seeing this, Zhang Qinghe immediately took Jiang Chen's pulse.

After carefully examining your pulse for a moment, he slowly said, "Sixteenth Prince, this pulse indicates that you are overworked, not seriously ill."

Jiang Chen asked with a hint of concern: "Oh? How should it be treated?"

Zhang Qinghe smiled and replied, "Just rest for a while, Your Highness."

Jiang Chen continued to ask: "If I suddenly faint while investigating a case, how long should I rest?"

Zhang Qinghe replied, "About half an hour is fine."

Jiang Chen nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Doctor Zhang, during the Autumn Examination a while ago, if I remember correctly, you were sent to the Imperial Academy to provide related support, right?"

Zhang Qinghe nodded and replied, "Thanks to Lord Shi's favor, I have the honor to treat the students taking the Autumn Examination to ensure they are not troubled by illness."

"Oh~~?" Jiang Chen asked casually, "I heard that a copyist fainted while copying in the Imperial Examination Hall. I wonder if Imperial Doctor Zhang still remembers this?"

Zhang Qinghe recalled and said, "It seems that this is the case."

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, and a vague idea came to his mind. He continued to ask, "Doctor Zhang, can you tell us in detail about the circumstances of the transcriber's fainting?"

Zhang Qinghe recalled: "That day, a transcriptionist did faint. We immediately treated him and he recovered after a short rest."

Jiang Chen didn't miss any details and asked, "Do you remember what this transcriber looked like?"

Zhang Qinghe recalled carefully and described the man's appearance, which matched Yang Shaolin's description.

Jiang Chen felt relieved, feeling that Yang Shaolin was not lying.

Jiang Chen frowned and asked, "So, after this scribe fainted, who took over his job?"

Zhang Qinghe replied, "The situation was urgent at the time. It seems his work was taken over by another scribe, who was supposed to ensure that the progress of the Autumn Examination would not be affected."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and continued to ask, "Do you know who the transcriber who took over the job is?"

Zhang Qinghe shook his head: "I can't remember the specific name, but it seems that this scribe is not very young."

"Hmm? Not too young?" Jiang Chen's heart was in his throat. "Isn't it an elderly man with white hair?"

Then Jiang Chen described the appearance of the old man in the candle shop.

"Yes, yes, yes! It seems to look like this." Zhang Qinghe nodded.

After listening to this, Jiang Chen slowly sorted out his thoughts and vaguely felt that the truth was gradually coming to light.

Jiang Chen then asked, "Doctor Zhang, do you have a folk remedy that can make a person feel dizzy shortly after drinking it, and will it last for an hour?"

Zhang Qinghe's body trembled when he heard this, and his face suddenly changed. He seemed to understand something, and immediately knelt down and said, "I dare not!"

Jiang Chen took out the Imperial Commissioner's gold medal and looked at Zhang Qinghe sharply: "Doctor Zhang, if you tell the truth, you will be worthy of the students all over the world. Otherwise, you can no longer wear the official uniform of the Imperial Hospital tomorrow."

Then he added harshly, "This official hat... and this head... can be discarded."

Zhang Qinghe was sweating profusely. Deep down, he knew that every word Jiang Chen said was a threat and an order. He kowtowed to the ground: "Your Highness the Sixteenth, have mercy on me! Your Highness the Sixteenth, have mercy on me!"

Jiang Chen walked over to him, squatted down and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to be an accomplice of the traitor, or are you going to seek justice for the students of the world?"

Zhang Qinghe struggled internally for a moment, and finally sat down on his own lap: "Sixteenth Prince, there is indeed such a folk remedy that can make people dizzy for an hour, but I have never used it."

"Very good! Take out a pen and paper and write to me!" Jiang Chen was overjoyed and felt like he saw the light.

He stood up and walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote out a folk prescription, and handed it to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took the prescription, a hint of determination in his eyes: "Doctor Zhang, thank you very much. Remember, I just came to see you for a headache today, and you only gave me a prescription. You don't know anything else!"

Zhang Qinghe nodded solemnly: "I will remember this."

Jiang Chen said goodbye to Zhang Qinghe and silently planned his next move in his heart. Jiang Chen knew that he was not far from uncovering the truth of this Qiuwei case.

Jiang Chen quickly gathered his four guards, Dian Zhang, Zhou Liangwei, Xu Ningce, and Deng Yunde, and then copied the secret recipe and handed it to everyone. "Everyone, the four of you will go to the various pharmacies in the capital and see if anyone has used this secret recipe to get medicine in the past ten days?"

"Yes!" The four of them quickly took action...