Who put the yellow robe on me?

Chapter 177 Tenderness of a Tough Man

Dianzhang rode over on horseback, looking slightly embarrassed, breaking the silence.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Dianzhang's voice was low and respectful.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering in the distant darkness, as if wondering why Yelu Mengmeng's attitude towards him had changed. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he already had the answer in his heart.

He exhaled softly, his tone low but firm, "Dianzhang, you will take 30,000 elite soldiers to follow and protect the remaining Northern Qiang troops, especially Yelu Mengmeng. You must ensure her safety at all times. I'm worried the Western Regions won't let this go."

Dian Zhang was startled, a trace of doubt welling up in his heart, but he had long been accustomed to Jiang Chen's foresight, so he stopped asking and just nodded in acceptance: "Yes, Your Highness!"

After he finished speaking, he quickly turned his horse around and disappeared into the night with a team of elite soldiers.

Jiang Chen watched Dianzhang leave, but his heart was filled with waves.

He slowly turned around and silently returned to the central military camp in Daliang with the remaining troops, his face full of fatigue and weariness.

In the tent, several generals were discussing fiercely how to deal with Xianyu Linyuan's remaining troops.

Zhong Wenbin, Zhong Xiaodan, Mi Chunhong, Zhong Dalu and others sat in front of the map with serious expressions and sharp words.

"Although there are only a few remnants of Xianyu Linyuan's army left, they are one of the strongest forces in the Western Regions after all, and we cannot take them lightly." Zhong Wenbin looked stern, with a hint of heaviness in his tone.

Zhong Xiaodan nodded, his brows furrowed. "Indeed, Xianyu Linyuan's command ability should not be underestimated. Even if he is currently at a disadvantage, he should not be underestimated."

Mi Chunhong slammed the table and stood up, his voice booming: "We should take advantage of his unstable footing and wipe him out in one fell swoop! If we give him another chance to catch his breath, I'm afraid there will be endless trouble!"

"But our troops have also suffered some losses. Will any rash actions increase our casualties?" Zhong Dalu said with a hint of worry, his tone full of caution.

Several people were discussing intensely, one after another, as if every word carried the weight of deciding the outcome of the war.

At this moment, Jiang Chen walked into the tent. When everyone saw him come in, they immediately stopped discussing and stood up to greet him.

Zhong Xiaodan stepped forward, a little excited: "Your Highness the Sixteenth, we have just discussed how to deal with the remaining troops of Xianyu Linyuan. What do you think..."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen just shook his head, his eyes showing no interest, and a tired look on his face: "You guys chat first, I'm tired."

His voice was low, as if filled with endless fatigue. After he finished speaking, he turned and left the central military camp.

The soldiers in the tent were stunned. Mi Chunhong looked at Zhong Wenbin in confusion and asked in a questioning tone, "What happened to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan? Did he lose the battle?"

General Zhong Wenbin frowned. Although he also noticed that Jiang Chen was in a bad mood, he was very clear about Jiang Chen's abilities and shook his head: "It shouldn't be that serious... Zuo Yongyu, go check the situation of the troops that returned with His Highness."

Zuo Yongyu received the order and returned shortly afterwards, reporting, "Your Highness has already defeated all the soldiers from the Western Regions and has sent Dianzhang with 30,000 troops to follow the remaining Northern Qiang troops."

After hearing this, Mi Chunhong became even more confused: "Follow the remaining Northern Qiang troops? What does this mean?"

Zhong Wenbin pondered for a moment, thinking of the Northern Qiang Princess in Wanhe Hall at that time, and then smiled calmly: "It's okay, let's continue the discussion."

At the same time, outside the tent, the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou quietly left the central military camp.

Her heart was filled with worry, and thinking about the expression on Jiang Chen's face that she had just seen, she really couldn't let go.

"Protecting the remaining Northern Qiang troops? Could it be..." Jiang Sirou sighed softly, but walked towards Jiang Chen's tent with firm steps.

When she reached Jiang Chen's tent, she called out softly, "Sixteenth Brother."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment in the tent before slowly walking out. Although he pretended to be calm, he couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Sirou, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with complexity, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he forced a smile: "Thirteenth sister, why are you here?"

Jiang Sirou's eyes were gentle, and she smiled as she asked, "Sixteenth brother, what happened? You don't look right."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and whispered: "It's okay, I just feel a little tired from the recent battles. I just need to rest and I will feel better!"

Jiang Sirou looked at him with a hint of insight in her eyes. Although Jiang Sirou was not as far-sighted as Jiang Chen on the battlefield, when it came to relationships between men and women, women were more sensitive than men.

She knew very well that Jiang Chen was a man of strong will, and the hardships on the battlefield were no longer enough to make him tired.

She smiled, took a step forward, and said casually, "Sixteenth brother, is it that the princess from Northern Qiang bullied you?"

These words seemed to strike a chord with Jiang Chen, his body trembling slightly, the emotion in his eyes no longer suppressed. The long-suppressed grievance, helplessness, and complex emotions surged into his heart like a tide. His eyes began to heat up, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Seeing Jiang Chen's expression, Jiang Sirou couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh my! Your Highness, the Sixteenth Prince, who had 350,000 soldiers of the Western Regions beaten to a pulp by you, is actually crying over a woman. Tell me, who would believe this if you told anyone?"

When Jiang Chen heard this, his emotions became even more difficult to suppress. He could no longer control himself and tears fell from his eyes.

Jiang Sirou was just joking, but when she saw Jiang Chen really crying, she suddenly became a little flustered.

She quickly stepped forward and soothed him softly, "Sixteenth brother, don't cry, don't cry, I'm just teasing you. Tell me, what's going on?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but just sobbed silently, tears dripping onto the ground.

He had always suppressed his inner emotions. On the battlefield, he was a ruthless commander who could not show the slightest bit of weakness. Faced with Yelu Mengmeng's indifference and alienation, the feeling of powerlessness and heartache finally made him collapse.

Jiang Sirou gently patted Jiang Chen's shoulder and said softly, "Is it because of that princess from Northern Qiang?"

Jiang Chen finally nodded, his voice choked with sobs: "She...she actually..."

Jiang Chen choked up and told the whole conversation he had just had with Yelu Mengmeng.

Jiang Sirou smiled slightly, her tone gentle: "Don't be sad, I think she encountered something! You have helped her so much, I don't think she should be a heartless person!"

Jiang Chen wiped his tears. Although the sadness in his heart did not subside, he felt a little comforted. He whispered, "But I... I don't know what to do now..."