Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Dong Tinglan was stunned by the sudden attack. He raised his hand to touch the place where he had been bitten, his gaze dark. Looking at the person on top of him who was trying to remain calm, he raised his hand and pulled the person down.

A powerful aura swept over him, and as their breaths mingled, Jiang Heng felt something bloom before his eyes, leaving him dazzled.

When he was finally released, he was panting heavily, his chest aching from holding his breath. A muffled laugh came from above. Jiang Heng glared at the culprit and asked, "Is Young Master Lan provoking me?"

How to describe that look? The young prince thought it was fierce, but because his eyes were watery and the corners of his eyes had a touch of peach pink, it made people want to bully him a little more and see him look even more pitiful.

"I am responding to the young prince's courtship." Dong Tinglan lowered her head and reverently placed a light kiss on his eyes, then restrained herself and released him, helping him to sit up. This cannot continue.

886 covered his mouth and screamed silently in Jiang Heng's consciousness space, "Ahhhhh, is this something I can see without spending any points?! Waaaaah, I've worked so hard all my life, and this is what I deserve to see!"

"Young master kissed me, you have to take responsibility for me."

Dong Tinglan gently rubbed Jiang Heng's face with his thumb. The thin calluses on his fingers rubbed against her face, causing a slight itch that felt strangely comfortable.

"Of course, from now on, you're mine. Do you know what 'my person' means?" Jiang Heng's face was flushed, and no matter how serious she was, her words sounded like she was being coquettish.

"What do you mean?" Dong Tinglan asked cooperatively.

“It means I can kiss you whenever I want, hug you whenever I want, and do whatever I want.” Jiang Heng instantly dropped her serious expression, her eyes sparkling.

Dong Tinglan suddenly recalled the damp heat of a certain night. He released his hand from the other's face, avoided eye contact, and coughed lightly, "Whatever you say."

The two lingered in Chunhua Palace for quite a while. When the palace doors reopened, Zhao Yi, standing at the door, looked at Jiang Heng with complicated emotions. Although he couldn't hear the sounds inside the palace very clearly, he still managed to catch some of the noises.

This young master Jiang has indeed become attached to his master.

He said, "Who would have the time to run all that way to deliver food to someone so early in the morning? Clearly, their true intentions are not what they seem! Cunning! Sly!"

When Dong Tinglan escorted Jiang Heng back to the Marquis's residence, and the carriage came to a stop, Jiang Heng gripped his hand tighter, as if to convey his seriousness.

“Dong Tinglan. You must remember.” Jiang Heng looked into his eyes and said sincerely, word by word, “I came for you, only for you.”

As soon as the words fell, Dong Tinglan felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest, feeling a dull ache. He could sense the weight in Jiang Heng's words; it seemed that he could truly obtain a genuine affection that belonged only to him, unrelated to any self-interest.

"Let's take a gamble, Dong Tinglan. Maybe this time we won't lose." He heard a whisper from the depths of his heart, like a seductive invitation.

He looked directly into Jiang Heng's eyes, his gaze filled with a frenzied obsession, and gave a low reply, "Okay."

Jiang Heng, you're the one who dragged me into this gamble, and when it ends is up to me.

Looking at the emotions in his eyes, Jiang Heng felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, she felt so comfortable that her body went limp, as if she were nestled in a soft cloud, making him feel like he was floating on air and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

I really want to lock this person up so that he only has eyes for me and in his heart.

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the person's cheek, then jumped off the carriage happily before the other person could react.

Jiang Heng stated that she should always exercise her right to kiss whenever she wants.

Just as the two were enjoying a peaceful time, in the Eastern Kingdom, the procession that came to pick up Dong Tinglan was already on its way.

Originally, the delegation was to be led by officials from the Ministry of Rites, but a few days before departure, the Fourth Prince suddenly requested permission to personally escort his younger brother, the Emperor, back to the palace. Thus, the person leading the delegation became Dongling Yu.

This news reached the capital of Qilan at an extremely fast pace, even causing a change in Emperor Qilan's assessment of Dongtinglan.

For the next few days, Jiang Heng lived a carefree life, eating and sleeping all day long, only telling others that she had caught a cold and was feeling unwell.

Even Jiang Lihai and his wife believed it to be true. The doctor in the manor also said that his health was not good to begin with, and although it was much better than before, he was still not as good as an ordinary person.

That day, as usual, Jiang Heng was pretending to be sick in her room when Lu Qian came in carrying a small bowl. He said it was a tonic soup sent by Jiang Mo's side, which was available in all the courtyards. It was a recipe he had obtained from elsewhere, and it was the perfect time of year to nourish the body.

Jiang Heng picked up a spoon and scooped some soup from the bowl in front of her. The ingredients were quite plentiful, and it was indeed nourishing.

"How is Qin Zhao doing?"

"These past few days they've been mixing the medicinal powder into the incense as instructed."

“You can drink this bowl, but tell everyone that I drank it.”

Lu Qian took the small cup and finished it in two or three gulps. To be honest, it tasted pretty good.

That night, Jiang Heng's courtyard was brightly lit. Servants hurried in and out carrying hot water. When Jiang Lihai and his wife heard from the servants that Jiang Heng had suddenly developed a high fever, they put on their clothes and rushed over.

Upon entering the inner room, one would see Jiang Heng with a deathly pale face, a cloth draped over her forehead, chapped and peeling lips, and beads of sweat rolling down her face, soaking her collar. She was barely breathing and her consciousness was becoming increasingly unclear.

Jiang rushed forward and touched his face, finding it ice-cold. She looked at Lu Qian beside her and asked urgently, "What happened? Didn't you say this morning that you were almost better? Why did you suddenly develop a fever? Did you go to call Old Man Liu?"

"I don't know either. The young master didn't even leave his room today, and he was perfectly fine before he went to sleep. Elder Liu is already on his way."

Jiang Lihai stood behind Jiang Shi, silently watching Jiang Heng on the bed, his brows furrowed tightly. A short while later, Old Man Liu arrived. He was the Marquis's physician, and Jiang Heng had been treated and cared for by him since childhood, so he knew her health best.

Upon entering the room and seeing Jiang Heng's condition, he disregarded the formalities and hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse.

"Remove the prince's upper garment; I need to administer acupuncture. Quickly!"

Seeing this, Jiang's eyes reddened and she was about to cry. She forced herself to take off Jiang Heng's shirt. Because she was anxious, she didn't notice the red marks on Jiang Heng's waist, which looked like they were left when someone held her too tightly.

Master Liu asked the people around him to disperse and quickly applied acupuncture needles to several major acupoints on his body.

Half an hour later, the golden needles were removed one by one. Jiang Heng's chest heaved violently, like a drowning person suddenly inhaling a large amount of air. Her back arched upwards and then fell heavily back onto the bed, her breathing becoming labored. But she still did not regain consciousness.

"Xiao Bao! Xiao Bao, how are you? Don't scare your mother!" Jiang rushed to the bedside, wanting to touch him, but dared not, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Jiang Lihai stepped forward, put his arm around her shoulder and patted it gently. "Xiao Bao will be alright, he'll be alright." He looked at Old Liu, suppressing the tremor in his voice, and asked, "Old Liu, what exactly happened to my son?"

As he quickly wrote down the prescription on the table, Old Master Liu asked in a deep voice, "What did the young master eat today?" He handed the prescription to the servant waiting nearby, explained how to prepare it, and then frowned as he looked at Jiang Lihai and his wife.

“Lu Qian.” Jiang Lihai turned to Lu Qian. These past few days, Jiang Heng had been eating in her own courtyard because she wasn’t feeling well.

Lu Qian recounted all of Jiang Heng's meals that day, but omitted the snacks and treats that Jiang Heng had eaten.

Finally, as if suddenly remembering something, he hesitated and said, "In the evening, the eldest son ordered someone to send a bowl of soup to the young master, who liked it quite a bit and even drank a few more sips."

Just then, Jiang Mo arrived and brushed past the servant carrying the prescription as he came out of the room. He was puzzled, wondering why the servant looked unfamiliar. Just as he was about to think about it, Lu Qian's words drew his attention.

What does this mean? Could Jiang Heng's accident tonight be related to him?