Yan Boxi smiled and bowed to them one by one to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for the gift of the four treasures of the study. It's really timely."

"Brother Yan, you are so polite. You are so knowledgeable. This is just our humble contribution. I hope you can stand out in the Spring Examination."

Yan Boxi suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Zhiwen from the corner of his eye. The other party happened to meet his sight, but unexpectedly, the other party lowered his head, contrary to his usual behavior, and hurried into the house, looking a little flustered.

Yan Boxi did not point it out on the spot, but continued to talk with the tribute students present. After a round of greetings, he deliberately lowered his footsteps and quietly walked into Li Zhiwen's room.

I saw that the other party was busy packing books and writing materials, obviously preparing to move to the inn temporarily.

"Brother Li!" Yan Boxi's sudden call scared Li Zhiwen so much that he dropped the scroll in his hand to the ground.

"Oh, it's Brother Boxi!" Li Zhiwen responded in shock.

Yan Boxi quickly stepped forward, bent down and picked up the fallen scroll. He gently pulled open a corner of the scroll and discovered with sharp eyes that there was a layer of rice paper inside.

"Brother Li's house is so close to me. Fortunately, these precious books were not affected. It is really a blessing." He said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, it's a blessing indeed." Li Zhiwen responded hesitantly, taking the scroll handed to him with trembling hands.

Yan Boxi glanced outside the house and saw that most of the people in the academy had left, and the rest were busy packing up and had no time to pay attention to the situation here.

A hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled out a dagger from his boots and put it on Li Zhiwen's neck without hesitation.

"If you dare to shout, I will stab your throat immediately!" Yan Boxi threatened in a cold tone.

Li Zhiwen looked at Yan Boxi in front of him with trembling hands, the fear in his heart was beyond words. He was originally a weak scholar, and at this moment he was frightened out of his wits and collapsed to the ground.

Yan Boxi held a knife in one hand and pulled out a cloud-patterned red gold ring from his pocket with the other. He asked coldly, "Is this Brother Li's? How did it end up in the ashes of my house?"

Li Zhiwen instinctively touched the finger where the ring was originally worn, and sure enough, it was empty.

Only then did he remember that when he stole the article last night, he took it off because he was worried that the ring would scratch the rice paper. He didn't expect that he had forgotten about this.

"Setting fire in the Imperial College is a serious crime. If you report it to the authorities, you will be exiled three thousand miles away, and your family will also be implicated." Yan Boxi continued to threaten.

"No, no, no, Brother Boxi, just tell me what you want, but don't report it to the authorities. I'll return all your articles, this ring, and all the jade pendants I have!"

However, Yan Boxi just sneered and shook his head.

He had memorized the articles he wrote so well that he could write them out even with his eyes closed.

These rings, jade pendants and other items are of no use to him. Instead, they may leave physical evidence. It is hard to guarantee that Li Zhiwen will not retaliate and accuse him of stealing.

"What use do I have for these worldly possessions? Five hundred taels... Just give me five hundred taels of silver notes, and I will let this go!" Yan Boxi said with a fierce look.