Standing behind the servants was a young master in fine clothes. He was fairly decent-looking, but he was arrogant and had a bad temper. He immediately got into a conflict with them.
Hearing the commotion, Xie Lang quickly opened the door to look. Their rooms were separated by a corridor, and their eyes met across the corridor. Wen Hemian gave him a wink without making a sound.
The moment Wen Hemian appeared, the atmosphere froze. The guards, who had been on the defensive, stopped moving as well when they saw the enemy's servants stop.
The man called Second Young Master glanced at Wen Hemian. His eyes were sunken, and his face was slightly sallow, clearly that of a dissolute playboy. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "You're the one who stole my cat? Tsk, what a beauty..."
Xie Lang: "..."
Wen Hemian: "..."
The former's eyes suddenly darkened, as if about to unleash a monstrous storm, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. The latter's expression was indescribable; he hadn't expected to encounter such a moronic idiot.
Whether it was fate or the system's operation, this body grew up to look almost exactly like Wen Hemian's original appearance, except that it lacked some of the sickly aura and looked much healthier.
Wen Hemian had been confessed to by many people before, and she knew she was pretty, but in this situation, she really felt a little disgusted.
Her voice turned colder: "So, young master, how can you be so sure that our cat was stolen? You're making baseless accusations without any evidence. Even if you take it to the authorities, you won't be in the right."
The system has no memory of the cat; it can only confirm that the cat does have an owner. However, when it found the cat, it was in the wild, and it is highly likely that the cat was deliberately abandoned or ran away. Its arrival may well have saved the cat's life.
"The government?" The man seemed to have heard something amusing and immediately burst into laughter. "Little beauty, do you want to ask what my surname is? I, the Second Young Master Zhong, do not change my name or surname. Even if you take this to the government, if I say this cat is mine, then it is mine!"
Zhong?
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised by the unexpected delight.
She saw that the man was well-dressed and acted arrogantly, so she thought she would try to catch him by setting him up as part of a law enforcement operation. Who would have thought that she would be handed a big fish right away?
The man, oblivious to his own mortality, continued, "I'm telling you, this whole thing is easy to resolve. It's just a cat. If you come with me, what's the big deal..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, huh?"
He realized something was wrong after he finished answering. Looking to the side, he saw that the question had come from a teenager.
The moment he uttered that term of endearment, Xie Lang's expression turned sour, let alone after hearing so much vulgarity. His brows furrowed with a chilling killing intent: "My teacher has everything she could possibly want. Do you need to give her anything? Take her down!"
What the heck?
The man was stunned for a moment, and then the situation immediately reversed.
Having received clear instructions, Zhou Ting was finally able to command his men to get serious. In just a few breaths, they had all the tall and burly servants knocked to the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, unable to get up.
The man was naturally forced to kneel on the ground as well. Thinking of the boy's address, he felt as if he had been plunged into water, completely soaked, his face deathly pale. An unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind—could this be the emperor? But why would the emperor come to their place! Why didn't anyone warn them?!
Fear loomed over him like a shadow, and he trembled all over. He couldn't care less about the pain; in his blank state, all he could think about was whether he could save his life.
Seeing that Xie Lang still wanted to go forward and teach him a lesson, Wen Hemian spoke up, "Alright, don't get your hands dirty."
Xie Lang obediently stopped what he was doing, but the gloom in his eyes had not yet dissipated. He looked at the person on the ground as if he were looking at a dead man: "He was disrespectful to the Grand Tutor."
He doesn't even dare to tell the Grand Tutor his thoughts yet, how could this person dare!
Wen Heming seemed oblivious to his intense emotions, calmly walking past the group of people lying on the ground to stand before him, her smile chilling: "It's alright, let's settle both the old and new scores together. Let's go to the prefectural government office now?"
Wen Hemian wasn't entirely without temper. Judging from his appearance, he had done plenty of such shady things in the past. Whether he pursued one matter or all of them, he would still be pursued. So let the storm rage on.
Realizing that Wen Hemian was not going to let him off easily, Xie Lang's aura relaxed considerably, a hint of a smile appeared on his tightly furrowed brows, and his voice lowered slightly: "I just can't stand anyone insulting the Grand Tutor."
“I know His Majesty means well,” Wen Hemian comforted him. “It’s not worth getting angry over someone like that.”
Xie Lang: "Mm."
Holding the cat in her arms, unable to free her hands for the moment, Wen Hemian could only raise her chin: "Hands."
Xie Lang paused, then asked, "Hmm?"
Wen Hemian had no choice but to add, "Your hands were so tight just now, let me see."
Xie Lang felt a surge of joy at being cared for, and happily spread out his hands for Wen Hemian to see. When his gaze fell on the marks he had unconsciously made on his palms, he immediately curled up a little guiltily, his voice carrying a hint of feigned innocence: "Grand Tutor, I was wrong."
Wen Hemian sighed: "You did nothing wrong. Wait, let me go back to my room to get the ointment and apply it."
She couldn't blame the little brat for his good intentions; after all, the whole thing started because of her. Although the process was wrong, the result was right, so it wasn't bad.
"Uh-huh."
Xie Lang withdrew his hand.
The interaction between the two was observed by those present. Zhou Ting and the guards around him kept their eyes down, pretending to be blind, but they couldn't help but think that His Majesty and the Imperial Tutor had a really good teacher-student relationship.
The system shook its tail in confusion, analyzing the data in patches, but it always felt like something was off.
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Zhou Ting was a competent commander. Although the incident happened suddenly, he brought the situation under control as quickly as possible. The incident was limited to the second-floor corridor, and the other guests did not know what had happened.
The unfortunate second young master and all the servants were tied up with hemp ropes, and their mouths were stuffed with rags. The rag in the second young master's mouth was the smelliest, as it was specially ordered by His Majesty.
Zhou Ting could understand, after all, this was the first brave person to dare to speak like this in front of the Imperial Tutor, so he deserved some special treatment.
With someone to guide you, the prefectural government office is not hard to find.
The person who said Wen Hemian stole the cat was the soldier who searched them at the city gate. He also accepted money from Zhou Ting, hoping to make a profit from both sides. But he didn't expect to be so unlucky. Now he's really in trouble.
With a dejected expression, he led them all the way to the prefectural government office.
Having found an excuse, they no longer needed to hide anything; Zhou Ting led his men forward and revealed their identities.
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