Who put the yellow robe on me?

If Tuoba Daiyong's sword had been pressed against Jiang Chen's chest just now, everyone could still forcefully rescue him, even at the risk of shooting Tuoba Daiyong to death, in order to save the Sixteenth Prince.

Now, the situation has become even more difficult.

Yelu Mengmeng is the third and most favored princess of Northern Qiang, and Jiang Chen is the sixteenth prince of Daliang who has just been named the King of Yan. No matter who dies in these mountains, it will directly trigger a full-scale war between Northern Qiang and Daliang.

Jiang Chen felt the cold touch of the dagger, but he didn't feel a trace of fear in his heart. Instead, he felt an indescribable complex emotion.

He looked at Yelu Mengmeng in front of him. She was no longer the spirited girl, but a woman who had experienced many hardships in the wind and rain.

He reached out and gently lifted her messy hair, tucking it behind Yelu Mengmeng's ears. This gesture was both gentle and compassionate, as if soothing the wounds in her heart.

Yelu Mengmeng felt Jiang Chen's movements, and a flash of surprise flashed across her eyes, but was immediately replaced by anger. She said coldly: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

There was an unconcealable anger and sadness in his voice, as if all the grievances and dissatisfactions were transformed into this cold sentence.

Jiang Chen looked at her slightly trembling lips, smiled indifferently, and whispered: "You dare to kill me, but you are reluctant."

Yelu Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then she became furious and asked, "Why? Are all men in Daliang so narcissistic?"

Jiang Chen shook his head gently, his eyes deep and gentle: "Narcissism? This is just one of the reasons. More importantly, if you kill me, how will you explain it to your father when you return?"

Yelu Mengmeng's eyes became even colder. She suddenly took a step closer, and the dagger almost pierced Jiang Chen's clothes on his chest: "I am the third princess of Northern Qiang. Even if I kill your emperor, my father will not blame me!"

Jiang Chen still did not retreat, but smiled slightly, with a hint of insight in his eyes: "Yes, they will not blame you, but you will blame yourself."

Yelu Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, the handle of the dagger loosened slightly, and a trace of confusion and uneasiness flashed in her eyes, but soon her expression returned to its cold state.

She snorted contemptuously: "Tell me, if you say one wrong word, I will let this dagger pierce your heart directly!"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, as if he could see through her inner struggle: “You came to Daliang not just for those puzzles, I can see that clearly.

In any case, although your food and fodder needs are not as urgent as you say, the Northern Qiang are indeed suffering from locust infestations, and years of fighting against Daliang and Eastern Korea have left you with insufficient food and fodder."

A complex expression flashed across Yelu Mengmeng's eyes. She didn't want to admit that Jiang Chen's guess was correct, but she had no way to refute it. She snorted coldly in response to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's voice was gentle yet firm, carrying a force that could not be ignored. "I won the Dragon Abyss Sword for Daliang, earned His Majesty's respect, and earned Daliang's honor. If I were to be killed by you now, what do you think would be the result?"

Yelu Mengmeng's eyes became even colder, and his tone was filled with anxiety and dissatisfaction: "Even if you all come to attack us, we Northern Qiang will not be afraid of you!"

There was a hint of uneasiness in her voice, which she herself was not aware of.

She knew that what Jiang Chen said was not entirely unreasonable, but the anger and unwillingness in her heart made it impossible for her to calm down.

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he smiled and said, "You are not afraid, but many of your compatriots will die in this battle. If Daliang and Northern Qiang go to war, Dong Gaoli will launch a surprise attack on you from behind. What do you think the Western Regions will do?"

Yelu Mengmeng's expression changed slightly when she heard this, and her anger subsided a little. She responded coldly, "Even if the three of you come at us together, we won't be afraid of you. We, the Xiongnu and the Qiang, are both fighting peoples."

Jiang Chen still maintained that indifferent smile, his eyes gentle but firm: "Yes, your courage and fighting ability are unmatched.

But by then, blood will flow like a river, and countless innocent lives will be lost in this war, all because you accidentally killed a prince of Daliang, who came all the way to save you."

Yelu Mengmeng's heart couldn't help but waver, but she still said stubbornly, "You came to save me? You can be so kind? Aren't you here to save your guards?"

Jiang Chen laughed softly, with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his laughter: "Then guess why my guards are trapped here?"

Yelu Mengmeng pouted, her tone filled with dissatisfaction and grievance, and she slowly put away the dagger: "I don't care, anyway, our guards were killed and injured in large numbers by the Western Regions, all thanks to you.

If you hadn't seized our horses and weapons, we would have certainly been able to defeat those Westerners."

As Yelu Mengmeng put away the dagger, the tense atmosphere around them instantly relaxed. Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the stone in their hearts was finally put down.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen smiled playfully, his tone teasing: "In that case, how about I attack the Western Regions and help you get revenge?"

Yelu Mengmeng was slightly startled. A hint of doubt and vigilance flashed in her eyes, and her tone was filled with distrust: "Help me get revenge? Can the Sixteenth Prince be so kind? What is your purpose?"

Jiang Chen took a step forward, his tone revealing a hint of joking: "My goal is, of course, Miss Yelu's boudoir."

When Yelu Mengmeng heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed slightly, and she gave Jiang Chen a cold look: "You stinky man, it's already this late and you're still thinking about these nonsense."

He looked at Yelu Mengmeng in front of him and couldn't help but teasing, "Hahaha, I was really scared to death by the Third Princess just now. Princess, isn't it time to give this stinky man a little sweet treat?"

Upon hearing this, Yelu Mengmeng spat at him angrily: "Shame on you!"

Suddenly, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and pulled Yelu Mengmeng into his arms. His arms tightly wrapped around her waist with just the right amount of strength, preventing her from breaking free but not making her feel uncomfortable.

Yelu Mengmeng was caught off guard by this sudden action. She wanted to break free but couldn't bear to leave the arms of the man she had been thinking about.

Jiang Chen's warm big hands roamed freely on her body, taking advantage of her and feeling her soft body.

"Let me go! Um..." Yelu Mengmeng couldn't help but let out a soft hum, the voice was subtle but with a hint of ambiguity.

She felt her body gradually losing strength in Jiang Chen's arms. She seemed to be surrounded by his gentle breath, and her mind was hazy.

Xu Ningce, Zhong Xiaodan and others were standing far away and could only see the actions between the two people but could not hear their conversation clearly.

At first, they saw Yelu Mengmeng holding a dagger against the Sixteenth Prince's chest and were worried that Jiang Chen would be in danger, but the current scene surprised them.

"Great! This Sixteenth Prince is truly great! He is truly a role model for our generation!"

Everyone couldn't help but murmur in admiration, their hearts full of admiration.

Yelu Mengmeng suddenly caught a glimpse of the strange looks from her subordinates not far away, and a feeling of shame and anger surged in her heart.

She suddenly lowered her head and bit Jiang Chen's arm hard.

"Hiss!" Jiang Chen gasped for air. The sudden pain made him frown, "This woman! She's really ruthless!"