```Just as Liuli had predicted, the people from the Duke of Anguo's residence were indeed incompetent. After leaving the Capital, they chaotically pursued their targets. One group took the wrong path and failed to catch Qin Huan. Another group did catch up, but Qin Huan held a dagger in his hand and threatened to kill himself before their eyes if they tried to take him back by force.
The servants of the Duke of Anguo's residence naturally dared not force the Third Young Master, fearing that he might truly commit suicide in desperation, so they could only beg him earnestly.
While the standoff continued, Wangshu arrived. With a flick of his finger, a small stone whizzed toward Qin Huan's wrist. Qin Huan cried out in pain as the dagger fell from his grasp. Before Qin Huan could react, Wangshu had rushed forward, swiftly bound him with a rope.
Qin Huan, paying no mind to the pain in his wrist, shouted loudly, "Who are you? Why are you tying me up?"
