The princess regretted it.

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Qi wondered, "Does this mean I've only interacted with ordinary servants? I don't like hearing that." He then added, "Brother Jia, are you looking down on me? I'm telling you, the person I'm dealing with isn't just an ordinary servant. That's the young master of the Grand Tutor's Mansion." His tone was brimming with pride, and his slightly raised chin betrayed his pride in his connection to the Grand Tutor's Mansion. The man surnamed Qi's eyes darted sideways at Jia Wen, seemingly hoping for a response, hoping to make him regret his words.

"You, you, are you telling the truth?" Qi saw the shock on Jia Wen's face once again as he wished. Jia Wen's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

The man surnamed Qi had a proud smile on his face, "Of course!" He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of pride.

"Well, well, how did you gain his appreciation? Tell me about it, it can be used as a reference." Jia Wen looked particularly interested, his body leaning forward slightly, an eager look on his face, his hands clasped together, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Well, that's a long story! But since you want to know, I'll tell you simply." After saying that, he waved his hand, motioning Jia Wen to come closer.

Jia Wen quickly leaned forward, leaning slightly to the side, placing his ear close to Qi's words, fearing he'd missed a single word. At that moment, Jia Wen's heart was agitated, a mixture of nervousness and excitement woven across his face. His breathing became rapid, and he waited quietly for Qi to speak.

The man surnamed Qi whispered in his ear, "I saved him once by accident. He was seriously injured and unconscious. I thought he was dead, so I wanted to search him for anything valuable. But as soon as I touched him, he moved slightly. My heart softened, thinking that it was a life after all, so I carried him home. I found a doctor to treat his injuries, and after a few days of careful care, he woke up. Later I learned that he was from the Grand Tutor's Mansion. To repay me for saving his life, he introduced me to the Left Commander of the Imperial Guard. Seeing that I had some martial arts skills and was quite brave, the Left Commander kept me by his side to work for him."

Jia Wen said "Oh!", then looked at him steadily, his eyes full of suspicion, and asked, "You are not making up a story, are you?" There was a hint of doubt in his tone, and he seemed to not quite believe the experience described by the man surnamed Qi.

The man surnamed Qi scoffed, a hint of displeasure on his face, as if he felt insulted by being questioned. He quickly pulled a token from his pocket and held it before Jia Wen, a look of disdain on his face. "Open your eyes wide and see what this is?" The token gleamed metallically in the light, engraved with intricate patterns and a large "Zhang" character, exuding an air of authority.

Jia Wen reached out to take it and look at it, but the man surnamed Qi retracted his hand and took the token back. He raised his chin, looked superior, and said lazily, "Just take a look."

Jia Wen's hand froze in mid-air, and he gave an awkward smile. "I've seen this before, so I'm a little curious. But, you said you bumped into Miss Lin, aren't you afraid of being caught? I heard it was on Main Street, and there were a lot of people there. How do you know no one saw you?"

The man surnamed Qi chuckled twice, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "You just bury your head in books, you don't understand. We will plan ahead of time, and someone has already informed Miss Lin's travel route in advance. I just need to dress up early and find a remote alley to wait there. There are people watching outside, just waiting for Miss Lin's carriage to appear, and as soon as they remind me, I will directly hit it. After that, they will be responsible for attracting attention and messing up the scene, and I can get away. No one will notice me at all." There was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Jia Wen straightened up, lowered his head slightly, and seemingly casually brushed off the nonexistent dust on his clothes. Suddenly, his voice became extremely sharp: "Someone come! Take him down!" His eyes instantly became as cold as ice, completely different from his previous appearance.

Qi froze in shock, his mind blank, unable to react. Just then, a group of men in tight-fitting clothing suddenly appeared. They moved with remarkable agility, evidently trained, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Qi. The sudden change stunned Qi for a moment, and then a look of panic crossed his face, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings. He could never have imagined that Jia Wen, who had just been toasting him, was now completely different. His eyes were clear and sharp, no trace of intoxication left.

He was half sober now, and thought to himself, "Oh no!" But he was no pushover either. With a quick glance, he stood up and reached out to grab Jia Wen. Unexpectedly, Jia Wen's reaction was lightning fast. He dodged with a quick sidestep, then retreated with a swift, fluid, and effortless movement.

After missing his first strike, he picked up the stool he was sitting on and swung it at the people surrounding him. However, these people were no incompetents and would not let him escape easily. Furthermore, he was already a little drunk and heavy, so his movements and speed were relatively slow. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to rush out.

The man surnamed Qi gritted his teeth and frantically waved his stool, trying to force back the people who were surrounding him. However, his efforts seemed in vain. The people in tight clothes cooperated tacitly and continued to shrink the encirclement.

Jia Wen stood not far away, watching Qi's struggle with cold eyes. "Qi Kui, you've committed such a heinous crime. Don't even think about escaping today." Jia Wen's voice was remarkably clear amidst the chaotic scene.

Qi Kui's eyes were wide open with anger, "Jia Wen, who are you? How dare you plot against me! Do you think you can succeed? My master will not let you go!" He continued to swing the stool while roaring, but his movements became slower and slower, and his strength was gradually exhausted.

Qi Kui was not paying attention when he was stabbed in the arm and the stool in his hand fell out of his hand. At the same time, several knives were put to his neck at the same time.

Qi Kui's face instantly turned pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had never imagined that he would end up in such a state. His eyes were filled with resentment and anger, yet he felt helpless.

He stared at Jia Wen with his eyes wide open, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Jia Wen, I'm blind. I didn't even see that you're a hypocritical bastard."

Jia Wen raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Qi Kui, everything will be reported to the Dali Temple, and there will be plenty of time for you to speak." Qi Kui glared at Jia Wen, his body trembling slightly with anger, but with several knives at his neck, he did not dare to act rashly.

Two men in tight-fitting clothes took out the ropes from their waists and tied Qi Kui tightly. Qi Kui struggled and cursed Jia Wen loudly. One of the men in tight-fitting clothes gagged him with a piece of cloth, muffling his curses. He could only make an unwilling "wuwuwu" sound.

Jia Wen waved his hand and said, "Take it away." His tone was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation.

The men in tight-fitting attire all clasped their fists and saluted in unison, their movements demonstrating their thorough training. They then escorted Qi Kui rapidly towards the Dali Temple. Qi Kui struggled, cursing Jia Wen non-stop, but his resistance seemed powerless under the control of these tight-fitting men.