After the engagement was called off, the senior sister of the sect took the initiative to consummate

"Shouting?"

The man gave a wicked smile, stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yichen by the collar. "Kid, you're pretty arrogant, almost a tenth as arrogant as me. I have the right to be arrogant, but what do you have?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Qin Yichen grabbed the man's hand and said coldly, "Let go!"

The man scoffed dismissively, "What if I don't let go? What else do you want?"

A hint of disgust flashed in Qin Yichen's eyes. He lost the desire to speak and slapped her across the face.

With a loud crack, like a stone breaking the sky, it stirred up huge waves, leaving the onlookers stunned.

"Holy crap, this guy's ruthless!"

"They even dared to hit Young Master Mei. It seems the fish in the moat are in for a treat today."

"This scene will probably go down in history."

"..."

"You dare hit me, young master?"

The man covered his face, staring at Qin Yichen in disbelief, his eyes filled with anger and astonishment. "Do you know who I am? And what will happen if you offend me?"

He never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would be so bold as to dare to attack him.

A cold smile crept across Qin Yichen's lips, his eyes icy cold: "Oh? Who are you?"

Hmph, I suffered enough from having no background in my past life, so I won't suffer any more from having no background in this life.

Otherwise, wouldn't all that time travel have been for nothing?

"Listen up, you young master."

The man gritted his teeth and said, "My father is Mei Limao, my uncle is Mei Wenhua, and the eldest son of the Mei family in the capital—Mei Jiaoyang—is none other than myself!"

His tone was full of pride and arrogance, as if those two names alone were enough to command everyone's awe.

"My father is Mei Limou? My uncle is Mei Wenhua?"

Qin Yichen raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking about Mei Limou, the Minister of Rites? Or Mei Wenhua, the Vice Minister of Rites?"

"Exactly!"

Mei Jiaoyang puffed out his chest and said smugly, "How about that? Are you scared now? Hmph, let me tell you, it's too late to be scared!"

"Pfft hahaha..."

Qin Yichen laughed, a hint of mockery and disdain in his voice. "Isn't this just a coincidence?"

He gave Mei Jiaoyang a knowing smile, "Have you ever heard of 'Is it a wolf or a dog' and 'Does it stand up straight?'"

Upon hearing this, Mei Jiaoyang silently pondered "is it a wolf or a dog?" and "is it a dog if it stands up?" but couldn't figure it out. He then said impatiently, "What nonsense is this? I've never heard of it!"

If his father and uncle were here, they would certainly be very familiar with "whether it's a wolf or a dog" and "if it stands up, it's a dog".

Qin Yichen sneered, "Even your father and uncle wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, yet you dare to compare your status with mine? Do you even know who I am?"

Mei Jiaoyang rolled his eyes dismissively. "I don't care who you are, you're not as well-connected as me!"

Although there are many people in the capital who are more powerful than him, it seems that this person in front of him is not included.

Qin Yichen smiled wickedly, "Is that so? Does that mean your status is comparable to that of a prince of the Great Qin?"

Holy crap, is this what it feels like to rely on your parents' connections?

It's fun to rely on your father's connections for a while, and it's fun to rely on your father's connections all the time, but it also takes a lot out of your father's pocket.

"What? You're a prince?"

Mei Jiaoyang's eyes widened in disbelief. "You...you are that prince who was exiled among the common people?"

Qin Yichen shrugged. "Congratulations on getting it right, but there's no reward."

Upon hearing this, Mei Jiaoyang's knees buckled, and she knelt down on the ground.

Qin Yichen teased, "Wow, you're quite polite to start with such a big bow. If anyone says you're ill-mannered, I'll get mad at them!"

The captain of the guards couldn't bear to look at Mei Jiaoyang like this, and whispered in his ear, "Young master, even if he is a prince, he is a prince without any power or influence. We don't need to be afraid of him!"

"Yup!"

Mei Jiaoyang slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly, his face full of smugness. "My father is Mei Limou, and my uncle is Mei Wenhua. Why should I be afraid of his prince status?"

Hearing this, Qin Yichen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. "Oh? Are you sure you're not afraid of me? Looks like you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed Mei Jiaoyang by the collar, and then delivered two crisp, loud slaps.

The two sudden slaps left Mei Jiaoyang stunned, his head buzzing. "You dare hit me, young master? My father is Mei Limou, and my uncle is Mei Wenhua!"

Qin Yichen looked at him with a half-smile and said calmly, "So what if I hit him?"

Mei Jiaoyang originally wanted to curse, but when he met Qin Yichen's cold and sharp eyes, he felt a chill in his heart. He immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out and replaced them with a fawning smile, "Hehe, Your Highness did a good job hitting me! I was just afraid that you would hurt your hand!"

A barely perceptible look of disgust flashed in Qin Yichen's eyes, but he didn't react. He simply replied, "Get lost, and don't let me see you again!"

Upon hearing this, Mei Jiaoyang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Alright, I'll leave right away and will definitely not disturb Your Highness's enjoyment again."

However, just as he turned to leave, he couldn't help but glance back at Qin Yichen, his eyes flashing with resentment, muttering, "Hmph, you just wait, one day I'll make you pay!"

But he dared not say these words aloud, for he was afraid that Qin Yichen would attack him again.

Seeing the resentful look in Mei Jiaoyang's eyes, Qin Yichen knew he was up to no good, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "Hmph, it's not certain who will look better!"

As the young girl watched Mei Jiaoyang's departing figure, she looked at Qin Yichen with gratitude, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with emotion: "This humble woman kowtows to Your Highness for saving my life. I have no way to repay your kindness. If Your Highness does not mind, this humble woman is willing to serve you as your servant!"

Qin Yichen's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, his face filled with disbelief.

Holy crap? Is this what they call offering oneself in marriage?

He just saved someone on a whim, how did it turn out like this?

Is this the treatment for being handsome and having a powerful background?

If the man who saved her today were a big, burly, penniless, and useless fellow, he would probably say: "I can never repay your life-saving grace, my benefactor. I am willing to be your slave in my next life to repay you!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yichen shook his head. "No need to thank me, I just saw injustice and did my part. You should go home now and be more careful when you go out in the future."

This girl is quite pretty; if conditions allow, it wouldn't be bad to take her in as a maid.

Although he has the identity of a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, he is a newcomer and does not even have a mansion of his own in the capital.

There's nowhere to put it!

We can't exactly take her to the government's post station, can we?

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and she gently bit her lower lip, as if trying to swallow back all the grievances and resentment in her heart. Tears glistened in her clear eyes, but she held them back from falling.

Her trembling voice carried a hint of desperate stubbornness: "Does Your Highness despise my humble origins and think I am unworthy of your noble status? Though I have no stunning beauty, I am willing to give everything to be by Your Highness's side, even if it is just as a servant..."

By the end, the voice was barely audible, yet clearly audible in the streets and alleys. The wind seemed to freeze at that moment, as if listening to this unanswered emotion.