Who put the yellow robe on me?

Upon hearing this, Emperor Liang was slightly startled, but still nodded and signaled Eunuch Zhao Ji to hand over the glass cup.

Eunuch Zhao stepped forward, holding the glass cup in both hands, and walked carefully to the side of the Sixteenth Prince. He whispered nervously, "Sixteenth Prince, be careful. This is very valuable."

The Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen took the glass cup, glanced at Eunuch Zhao, and smiled faintly: "Oh? This is very expensive?"

Eunuch Zhao nodded, his voice trembling slightly: "Yes, it's very expensive, and..."

Before Eunuch Zhao could finish his words, the Sixteenth Prince suddenly raised his sword and slashed it. With a crisp cracking sound, the glass cup shattered and the fragments scattered on the ground and flew everywhere.

The hall suddenly fell silent, as if time had stopped at that moment.

"Ah--" Eunuch Zhao was so frightened that his face turned pale, his knees went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

The surrounding royal relatives and ministers looked at each other in shock, their eyes wide open, and cried out in amazement:

"The Sixteenth Prince is crazy! Crazy! Crazy!"

"The Sixteenth Prince knew he couldn't solve the problem, so he threw things to vent his anger! Why didn't you throw something cheaper?"

"The Sixteenth Prince is rebelling against the imperial power before his death. He's taking a desperate risk!"

A noisy sound rang out in the hall, as if an invisible storm swept across the entire space.

Emperor Liang also frowned, suppressing his anger that was about to explode, and asked in a deep voice: "Jiang Chen, what do you mean?"

Jiang Chen ignored the commotion around him, just smiled indifferently, his eyes calm and composed, as if what had just been broken were just ordinary porcelain bowls and tiles.

He raised his head slightly and said slowly to Emperor Liang: "Father, please look carefully. Here is the answer to the first question."

After saying that, he squatted down, picked out the protruding part of the bottom of the broken glass cup, and held it up to the sunlight outside the hall with the white paper.

It was noon, the sun was scorching the earth like fire, and the whole air seemed to be filled with the scorching heat.

The ministers followed curiously, and soon the entire entrance of the banquet hall was crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the fragments of the glass cup in the hands of the sixteenth prince.

He carefully adjusted the angle of the glass fragments, and the light passed through the fragments, reflecting a spot of light on the paper.

As he slightly adjusted the position of the light spot, the small light spot slowly became brighter and eventually converged into a hot spot.

Half an incense stick had passed, the sun was scorching, and one could almost smell a faint burnt smell in the air.

I saw the small spot on the white paper focused by the light beam slowly turn black and begin to emit thin smoke.

The smoke was fine, but clearly visible in the sunlight, rising slightly.

"There's cigarettes, there's cigarettes!" Someone whispered, with surprise and excitement that were difficult to conceal in their voice.

Suddenly, the black spot on the paper began to expand, followed by a faint green smoke coming out, and along with the smoke, a flame quietly ignited.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!" another minister shouted excitedly, his voice full of excitement and disbelief.

Emperor Liang stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the white paper that had begun to burn, with an ecstatic smile on his face.

He laughed loudly, looking up to the sky, his voice echoing inside and outside the hall: "Hahaha, God bless my Daliang! God bless my Daliang!"

Jiang Chen slowly stood up, gently patted the dust off his hands, turned around and looked at the third princess Yelu Mengmeng standing beside him.

Yelu Mengmeng's eyes flashed with a subtle surprise and admiration. Although she felt a little unwilling, she nodded slightly. "Excellent, the Sixteenth Prince is indeed excellent. But don't get too excited yet, the first question is the easiest of them all."

Jiang Chen smiled calmly: "Third Princess, to me, these three questions are equally simple."

When Yelu Mengmeng heard this, she curled her lips and pursed her nose: "Boasting!"

Jiang Chen smiled without saying anything, then turned to Emperor Liang and said, "Father, the second question is about transmitting sound without internal energy.

My son's guards have already gone to prepare the tools for transmitting sound without internal force. I believe Dianzhang, Zhou Liangwei and others have already prepared the tools. Please summon Dianzhang and others to the palace."

Emperor Liang returned to his seat, and other ministers also took their seats.

Emperor Liang looked at Jiang Chen, then nodded slightly and signaled Eunuch Zhao to pass on the message.

Eunuch Zhao received the order and shouted in a loud voice, "Xuan Dianzhang, Zhou Liangwei and others to the palace!"

After a while, Dianzhang, Zhou Liangwei, Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan slowly walked into the hall.

They each held some strange objects in their hands. Some were cardboard buckets, and some were thin silk threads. The objects seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they were cleverly intertwined.

The ministers in the hall all looked around curiously, trying to figure out the purpose of these tools. However, faced with these unfamiliar objects, they were even more confused after looking at them.

Emperor Liang looked at these strange tools, frowned slightly, and his heart was full of doubts.

Yelu Mengmeng's eyes swung between Dianzhang and Zhou Liangwei, and she said softly, "Sixteenth Prince, we need someone without internal energy to transmit the message. I'm afraid you've made the same mistake as the Twelfth Prince..."

Although Yelu Mengmeng's voice was soft, there was obvious doubt and temptation in her tone.

She didn't believe that the Sixteenth Prince could really solve the problem of transmitting sound without internal force. She secretly guessed the other party's trump card in her heart, thinking that perhaps this seemingly smart prince also had some omissions.

However, Jiang Chen simply smiled calmly, as if he saw through Yelu Mengmeng's doubts. His tone was full of confidence and composure. "I'm afraid the Third Princess has misunderstood. Dianzhang and Zhou Liangwei were only responsible for collecting these tools. You were the one who actually transmitted the message."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently waved his hand, signaling Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan beside him: "And the ones responsible for listening are these two children."

"Very good, Sixteenth Prince, please start showing you how to solve this puzzle?" Although Yelu Mengmeng's voice was calm, a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Since you asked me to transmit the message, I have to do something!

Jiang Chen looked at Yelu Mengmeng, nodded calmly, and then began to direct the two children, Han Qingsong and Feng Liyan, to prepare.

Following the instructions, the two men picked up the receiver connected to the silk thread, quickly walked out of the banquet hall, and gently closed the doors and windows, leaving only a gap for the silk thread to pass through.

The entire process was so quiet that only the slight friction of the silk threads could be heard, as if even the air was holding its breath, waiting for this unusual answer.

Yelu Mengmeng hesitated slightly, but finally picked up the simple voice transmission device.

Her hand rested lightly on the microphone, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes—both suspicion and curiosity.

She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, "The Emperor of Daliang has agreed to lend us 300,000 dan of grain."

The moment she said it, she felt a little bit of anticipation, but also a little nervous.

Because Yelu Mengmeng spoke in a low voice, no one else could hear clearly.

But Jiang Chen, who was next to Yelu Mengmeng, heard everything clearly.

This sentence would make Han Qingsong and the others feel that they would be in a dilemma whether to say it or not!

What a vicious strategy!