Who put the yellow robe on me?

Deng Yunde gently patted the small bag in his hand and put away the remaining powder: "Brother Xu, you don't know that this powder is realgar.

Before entering the palace, Deng had roamed the Jianghu for many years and was well aware that many poisonous creatures were raised in the Western Regions, so he brought some realgar with him in case of emergency.

Jiang Chen nodded, and his admiration for Deng Yunde grew. The world was so vast, and there were countless talented people.

Zhong Xiaodan walked over and said, "Your Highness, the enemy seems to be trying to block our way forward."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, as if everything was under control: "If the enemy stops us, it means we are on the right track."

Xu Ningce frowned and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, why don't the enemies confront us head-on? They clearly have the advantage in numbers, yet they choose these insidious tactics."

Zhong Xiaodan's voice was tinged with a sneer as he mercilessly exposed the enemy's weakness: "The enemy doesn't engage us head-on, not only because they're skilled at sneak attacks, but more importantly, because they know they can't defeat us head-on."

Jiang Chen nodded, his eyes firm and deep: "Let's go, keep moving forward. Everyone, be careful, there may be other ambushes at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's nerves instantly tensed, as if even the air had become heavier.

The group walked carefully on the rugged mountain road, taking every step with extreme caution.

However, the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the surroundings become surprisingly quiet.

Just when everyone was about to reach the top of the mountain, the sound of weapons clashing suddenly came from the distance. The sound was like the clanging of metal, echoing in the valley, and was particularly harsh.

The enemy and our side clashed on this narrow mountain road, swords clashing and sparks flying.

Jiang Chen and the others slowly spotted the two sides fighting. Wei Yongbing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed, "Your Highness, these are our people! They're fighting our people!"

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly sank, and his face suddenly became stern: "All soldiers, listen up! Prepare to fight!"

His voice was like a sword unsheathed, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit. Everyone moved at the command, weapons flashing in their hands, ready for battle.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan, along with their guards, rushed into the battlefield like a gust of wind. Their arrival was like a violent whirlwind, instantly tearing the enemy's formation apart.

His sword slashed the enemy's throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on his armor and staining his clothes red.

Zhong Xiaodan's archery skills were even more sophisticated. Almost every arrow he shot could accurately hit the enemy general, and the enemy's command instantly fell into chaos.

Led by the two men, the accompanying guards were highly motivated and fought hard, brandishing their weapons.

"Kill!" Jiang Chen roared, his voice shaking the valley. His sword's force was like thunder, striking home with every blow. The Western Region's troops, overwhelmed by this momentum, retreated step by step. Blood filled the night sky, staining the ground beneath their feet.

With the fierce fighting of Jiang Chen and everyone else, the enemy's line was completely defeated, and the smoke on the top of the mountain gradually dissipated.

Deng Yunde wiped the blood off his sword and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why are the people from the Western Regions attacking the Third Princess and the others again?"

Jiang Chen smiled coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "When they saw that they couldn't stop us from moving forward, they had no choice but to jump over the wall and fight to the death."

At this moment, Xu Ningce suddenly shouted in surprise: "Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, the Sixteenth Prince is here to save you!"

A figure being supported slowly walked out from the crowd.

Zhou Liangwei looked pale and had multiple wounds on his body.

Seeing Jiang Chen, he suddenly knelt on one knee, his voice filled with deep guilt: "Your Highness, my subordinates are incompetent and have been tricked by the treacherous people in the Western Regions. Now we have suffered heavy losses."

Jiang Chen quickly stepped forward and helped Zhou Liangwei up, his tone full of comfort and understanding: "Brother Zhou, the treacherous people in the Western Regions are full of tricks, and we have encountered many obstacles along the way. The fact that you are still alive is the greatest victory."

Xu Ningce quickly supported Zhou Liangwei and said, "Brother Zhou, let me apply medicine on you first." He took out a bottle of medicine powder from his arms and gently sprinkled it on Zhou Liangwei's wound.

Zhou Liangwei looked up at Jiang Chen, hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered, "Your Highness, the Third Princess is right in front, but... she's been in a bad mood recently..."

Jiang Chen nodded, signaling Xu Ningce to continue treating Zhou Liangwei's wounds. He then turned to Zhong Xiaodan and said, "Second Young Master, let everyone rest here."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiaodan immediately ordered the troops: "Everyone, rest where you are!"

Jiang Chen slowly walked towards the direction where Yelu Mengmeng was. Jiang Chen felt a lot of emotions in his heart. Behind this crisis, there were so many hidden games and conspiracies of various forces.

And these may be the reasons why Yelu Mengmeng is in a heavy mood.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Jiang Chen keenly felt the approach of danger.

His body took a step back reflexively, but a sharp sword was already pointing at his chest, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his heart.

The sword-wielding master's face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hand holding the sword was shaking violently. He was obviously on the verge of anger.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Deng Yunde and Zhong Xiaodan exclaimed at the same time.

Jiang Chen looked closely and found that the man holding the sword was one of the personal guards of the third princess of Beiqiang.

His eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent, and the sword in his hand was against Jiang Chen's chest. If he exerted a little force, Jiang Chen would die on the spot.

"stop!"

"Let our prince go!"

Seeing this, Jiang Chen's guards drew their weapons. Deng Yunde's sword was unsheathed, Zhong Xiaodan's Shadow Roar Arrow was already strung, and Xu Ningce quickly reached for the hidden weapon on his chest, ready to attack at any time.

At this critical moment, a cold voice came from a distance, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue: "General Tuoba, let him come over."

Tuoba Daiyong's hands trembled, his eyes still fixed on Jiang Chen, and he choked out a sob, "Third Princess, we have suffered countless casualties, and all of this is due to him! How can I let him go! I want to avenge my disciples!"

Yelu Mengmeng's voice drifted over, "We were inferior in skill, but we lost those three difficult questions. All's fair in war. The Western Regions have troubled us for days, and it's only thanks to Daliang's help that we've been able to persevere until now. We have no reason to hate them, and you have no reason to kill him."

Tuoba Daiyong was still unwilling to give in. He glared at Jiang Chen fiercely, then looked at Yelu Jiayi who was standing beside him, as if looking for the final support.

Yelu Jiayi shook his head slightly, signaling him not to attack the sixteenth prince.

A trace of struggle flashed in Tuoba Daiyong's eyes, and then he roared to the sky, and plunged the long sword in his hand into the ground fiercely. The hilt of the sword was deeply embedded in the soil in the mountains, making a dull sound.

His roar was like the roar of a wild beast, shaking the surrounding leaves and causing the birds in the sky to fly away in panic.

Zhong Xiaodan was secretly surprised. Tuoba Daiyong had profound internal strength and was definitely not an ordinary person.

Jiang Chen faced everyone's gaze and walked straight forward towards Yelu Mengmeng.

Seeing this, the soldiers and guards around subconsciously stepped back and made way.

As Jiang Chen approached step by step, Yelu Mengmeng's figure gradually became clearer in his eyes.

She is no longer the energetic and confident Third Princess of Northern Qiang. Now there is a hint of fatigue and weariness between her brows.

When Jiang Chen stood beside her, Yelu Mengmeng slowly turned around, her eyes cold and firm.

She pulled out a sharp dagger from her waist and pressed it against Jiang Chen's chest without hesitation.

"Ah?" Everyone exclaimed again when they saw this!