Yu Qizhe smiled coldly, "I'm afraid there's nothing to talk about with Young Master Yang."

Yang Congwen was angry, but he was begging Yu Qizhe now, so he could only keep it to himself and said with a smile, "How could that be true? I have admired Yu Shidu's talent for a long time. I was frivolous and arrogant at the beginning, so I offended him. I hope Yu Shidu will not take it to heart. I have prepared some small gifts, and I came here today to apologize to Yu Shidu."

"Not worthy of it." Yu Qizhe got off the carriage and gave Liuzi a look. He hurriedly led the horse and said, "I'm going to the street to buy some food."

Yu Qizhe looked at Yang Congwen, his expression not as cold as before, and said, "Please come in, Mr. Yang."

Yang Congwen breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Yu Qizhe to the main hall with his servant.

Mrs. Song had already lit the candles in the main hall and brought in some tea.

After Yang Congwen sat down, he impatiently put the deed in his sleeve on the table, "I heard that Yu Shidu came from Qingzhou. It's not easy to live in the capital. Here are two deeds, one in the inner city and one in the outer city. I hope Yu Shidu will accept them."

Yu Qizhe glanced at the deed and said, "No merit, no reward. Young Master Yang, if you have anything to say, just speak up."

Yang Congwen's face stiffened slightly, and he said, "Mr. Yu is a straightforward person, so I will speak frankly." He looked at the servant behind him, and the servant put the tray in his hand on the table. Yang Congwen lifted the red silk cloth covering it, revealing a plate full of gold ingots.

Yu Qizhe glanced sideways, "Mr. Yang is really generous."

Seeing that he did not seem unmoved, Yang Congwen felt relieved immediately. With Yu Qizhe's background, he had probably never seen so much gold. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. Yu Qizhe had just entered the officialdom, so how could he get so much money?

Yang Congwen felt more confident, and he smiled, "Then I will tell you straight, the maidservant that Yu Shidu took away from the palace a few days ago was my bed-warmer. That bitch was not happy with my favoring other maids, so she ran away from my house and made up a lie in front of His Majesty to frame my Yang family. I beg Yu Shidu to hand that little bitch over to me."

"So it was for her." Yu Qizhe raised his hand and picked up a gold ingot. The golden and heavy ingots made a crisp sound when they knocked against each other, which was both beautiful and pleasant to hear.

Yu Qizhe dropped the gold ingot and said, "I can't help you with this matter. Young Master Yang, please go back."

Yang Congwen's face changed, and he said anxiously, "This man is just a runaway slave. Why should I, the tutor, protect him?"

Yu Qizhe sneered, "Young Master Yang, why do you think the emperor asked me to take her out of the palace? You think too little of yourself to save your entire Yang family with just three hundred taels of gold."

"What Yu Shidu meant is..." Yang Congwen probed, "Did the emperor believe the slander of that bitch and want to investigate my Yang family?"

Yu Qizhe remained silent.

Yang Congwen's heart sank. "Please let me know. I will prepare another generous gift for you."

Yu Qizhe smiled, glanced at the clock, calculated the time, stood up, looked towards the gate, and stood with his hands behind his back: "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, and Mei Xuanlang and the people from the Wucheng Bingmasi walked in one after another.

Yang Congwen's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he asked in a panic, "Yu Shidu, what do you mean?"

Yu Qizhe said slowly, "What do you mean? He bribed an official of the imperial court and was caught red-handed."

Mei Xuanlang led his men into the main hall and shouted, "Capture him!"

Yang Congwen never expected that things would take such a sudden turn for the worse. He was at a loss for a moment and was taken to the Ministry of Justice prison by the people from the Wucheng Bingmasi.