Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Jiang Heng waited in the carriage for a short while before Jiang Lihai returned. As soon as he got in, Jiang Lihai looked at his son with a helpless expression.

"Little Bao, your courage has really worried your father." But he couldn't scold him, nor did he want to hit him.

"Father, I know what I'm doing."

"Yes, yes, you know your limits. You said his son wasn't good-looking right in front of the emperor."

"??? I didn't do it! You're slandering me! I only said that Young Master Lan is more handsome than them."

Jiang Lihai was speechless. What's the difference between this and saying the emperor's son is ugly?

Jiang Heng noticed his speechlessness, smiled and stepped forward, indicating that she would definitely be more careful with her words in the future. Before Jiang Lihai could reply, she quickly changed the subject.

"Dad, did you give my older brother a good scolding last night?"

"He deserves to be scolded; he's clueless." Jiang Lihai got angry just thinking about yesterday's conversation.

"If one day your older brother does something wrong, don't worry about him."

Jiang Heng hesitated for a moment, but still didn't tell Jiang Lihai what Jiang Mo was going to do.

Even though he knew that Jiang Lihai would definitely believe his own son, he might still be soft-hearted towards Jiang Mo, after all, he was the child he had personally raised for more than ten years.

He wouldn't leave Jiang Mo, this potential threat, in the Marquis's residence, not only for the smooth completion of the mission, but also out of consideration for the deep love the Marquis and his wife had for their son. Having assumed the identity of the young heir, he was obligated to protect Jiang Mo's parents.

"What did you do wrong?" Jiang Lihai looked at his son suspiciously. Xiao Bao was acting a little strange today.

"Oh, I was just saying. Dad, you should take care of your health lately. Mom says you don't look as good as you used to."

"Really?! I haven't been getting enough rest lately because of so much going on. Does your mother really say that?"

"Hehe, just kidding, my dad is still as handsome as ever."

As soon as the carriage stopped at the Marquis's residence, Jiang Heng jumped off and ran away.

"You brat, trying to make fun of your father, huh!" Jiang Lihai chased after him off the carriage, making a move to beat him up.

Jiang Heng ran away laughing, still shouting, "I'm going to tell my mother you hit me!"

Jiang Lihai watched his retreating figure, his smile deepening.

The steward looked on with satisfaction as he watched the young master run off into the distance. "My lord, the young master is settled..."

They can live to be a hundred years old.

Yes! It definitely can!

This scene was witnessed by Jiang Mo, who was standing not far behind. Laugh now, let's see if you can still laugh in a while.

Meanwhile, after the young prince was taken away by the emperor, Dong Tinglan ordered people to keep a close eye on Jiang Mo and the people around him, and to investigate his recent movements.

When they learned that Jiang Mo was also at the theater yesterday and said those things, and considering who else was present at the time, it wasn't hard to guess the other party's intentions.

If Jiang Heng's ability to detect that the other party was trying to poison him wasn't a coincidence, then it proves that he's not stupid.

But why would he ask for help from someone he'd only met a few times? Dong Tinglan suddenly realized that Jiang Heng didn't seem to have any other friends, so she had no one to ask. How pitiful.

"You want me to secretly go to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence to protect Jiang Heng?"

It was still the opera house, in the same location. Mo Wu exclaimed in surprise. Putting aside Dong Tinglan's request for him to protect Jiang Heng, how could a marquis's son need protection in his own home?

“His sworn brother is trying to poison him, and he knows about it. We plan to turn the tables on his sworn brother.” Just thinking about Jiang Modong made Tinglan feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. “If anything goes wrong, you can secretly lend him a hand.”

"When did you two become so close?"

Mo Wu was puzzled. Last time, he seemed unfamiliar with the person and had no intention of getting to know them better. Now, why is he meddling in such trivial matters?

"They treat me like their only friend. I'll help them if it's something I can easily do."

Mo Wu managed to discern a hint of smugness in Dong Tinglan's otherwise expressionless face.

"If we're not brothers, what are you so smug about?" Although he didn't understand, he still agreed to it.

The moment Mo Wu sneaked into the Marquis's residence, 886 notified Jiang Heng. At this moment, he was lying on his private recliner, sunbathing as usual. His thoughts raced, and he guessed Dong Tinglan's intentions. He was overjoyed; it felt so good to have someone protecting him.

Where is he hiding?

"On the sycamore tree in the yard."

Jiang Heng squinted and looked up at the tree. Goodness, even with 886's reminder, it still took him quite a while to spot Mo Wu. This skill is really useful; I want to learn it.

Meanwhile, Mo Wu, hidden in the tree, had a feeling he'd been discovered. Unsure, he decided to hide some more.

Then he changed his position, and as soon as he stood still, Jiang Heng's gaze followed him again, without any attempt to hide it.

Change it again, look again, change it again, look again...

Mo Wu: "......" Okay, it's confirmed, it's really been exposed.

Jiang Heng: Hey, this is fun.

Mo Wu glared resentfully at Jiang Heng, then climbed down from the roof and walked up to her.

"How did you find me?"

“My observation skills are extraordinary.” With the cheat code 886 around, he is indeed extraordinary. Jiang Heng pointed to the seat next to her, indicating that he should sit down. “Who sent you?”

Mo Wu came in disguise; otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared so brazenly in front of Jiang Heng.

What he didn't know was that Jiang Heng was so openly teasing him because she knew he had changed his appearance, and now she could pretend not to recognize him.

"Dong Tinglan".

Mo Wu didn't stand on ceremony with anyone. He sat down in the chair and poured himself some tea. Changing so many places at once was quite tiring.

Now that everything was out in the open, Jiang Heng simply had someone stay at the Marquis's residence and told them her plans.

That very night, Mo Wu kidnapped Qin Zhao. With the blindfold removed, Qin Zhao saw the group of people in the room, unaware of the gravity of the situation.

"Young Master, what do you mean by this? I am, after all, one of the eldest young master's people. If you treat me like this, I'm afraid the eldest young master will not let it go."

"Qin Zhao, is it? You really think Jiang Mo will care whether you live or die?"

"The eldest young master has always treated his subordinates very well; he will uphold justice for me!"

Jiang Heng was puzzled. Qin Zhao should know Jiang Mo's character quite well, so how could he say such a thing so confidently?

"Oh? What if you committed the capital crime of murdering the Marquis's heir? Would he still seek justice for you?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao's pupils contracted in shock. Had his plan been exposed? Impossible! These people must be bluffing him.

“Your Highness, I accept that you are going to make things difficult for me, after all, you are the master and I am the servant. But you cannot wrong me! Especially not with this capital offense.”

"Lu Qian, he says I wronged him."

Jiang Heng's expression darkened, and she put down the teacup she was playing with. The bottom of the cup tapped on the table with a crisp sound, indicating that the owner was not in a good mood.

"Why bother talking to him, Your Highness? Just beat him to death, wrap him in a straw mat, and throw him into a mass grave." Lu Qian said, about to strike.

Qin Zhao was shocked. Why was someone trying to kill someone right from the start? But he still wanted to test the waters a little more.

He believed he had kept the matter discreet, and besides, they hadn't even made a move yet. Even if the prince knew he had bought poison, there was no evidence to prove it was for him.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, spare me! I truly don't know what you're talking about!"

"Still being stubborn, Lu Qian."

Jiang Heng raised her chin at Qin Zhao, and Lu Qian understood. He stepped forward and dislocated Qin Zhao's jaw, throwing a pill into his mouth. The scream turned into a muffled cry of pain as his jaw was dislocated.

Before long, the pain, as if his stomach had been ripped open, caused his pupils to shrink. For a moment, he even felt like he couldn't breathe and could only desperately tilt his head back to exhale. The pain, which he had never experienced before, was unbearable, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

With tears streaming down his face, Qin Zhao crawled laboriously toward Jiang Heng, making indistinct shouts.

"Are you willing to say it now?"

Jiang Heng poured out a round, plump, and translucent white pill from a small porcelain bottle. He picked up the pill and examined it against the candlelight, marveling at how well he had improved his pill-making skills.

Qin Zhao nodded frantically; if he didn't take the antidote soon, he would really die from the pain.

Lu Qian stepped forward with a look of disgust, gently put his chin back in place through the handkerchief, and then quickly retreated to stand behind Jiang Heng.