Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

In the study of the main courtyard, Jiang Lihai sat there all night after leaving Jiang Heng's room. At this moment, the study door creaked open and then closed gently.

"How is Xiao Bao?" Jiang Lihai looked up at the person who had come.

"She's awake." Madam Jiang sat down in the chair closest to the desk, her handkerchief crumpled in her hand. She asked in a low voice, "What are your plans?"

Jiang Lihai stared at her silently. Seeing him like this, Jiang Shi, who had been suppressing her emotions all night, finally exploded. Her eyes were filled with disappointment as she looked at him. "Jiang Lihai! Do you deserve to be a father?! You don't dare to seek justice for Xiaobao! I will!"

After saying that, Madam Jiang got up and walked towards the door, but Jiang Lihai suddenly stood up, strode forward and grabbed her, "You can't go! Who do you want to seek justice from? That person?"

Jiang sensed something was off about his tone and calmed down a bit, coldly asking, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Lihai told her the conclusion he had reached after sorting through his thoughts all night. Jiang stared at him blankly, "How could this be... Xiao Bao is so innocent..."

Jiang Lihai remained silent. Serving the emperor was like serving a tiger; the thoughts of the imperial family were indeed so unfathomable.

886 relayed the conversation between Jiang Lihai and his wife to Jiang Heng. In bed, Jiang Heng was still sorting out his thoughts when he felt someone poking his shoulder through the blanket. Jiang Heng's eyes widened, and his heartbeat gradually quickened. In the confined space, he could even hear his own heartbeat.

He yanked back the covers and turned his head to see Dong Tinglan standing by the bed, his right hand slightly raised, as if preparing to pull back the covers. However, Jiang Heng beat him to it.

"How did you come!"

Jiang Heng sat up abruptly, her eyes shining as she looked at him, though she still seemed somewhat listless. Dong Tinglan frowned as he looked at her face. He was willing to use himself without any qualms to achieve his goals, but seeing Jiang Heng acting the same way made him feel a little sorry for her. How could the young prince, who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, have fallen to such a state?

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Jiang Heng pulled him to sit down and took a look at his pulse. Since the day he went boating on the lake, Dong Tinglan's face had been pale... Strange, why was it due to excessive blood loss? He put his question aside for the time being.

"I'm perfectly fine, that medicine won't harm my body." Seeing that the other person still had a sullen face, he leaned close to the other person's ear and said in a teasing tone, "I promise I won't interfere with Young Master Lan's happy life."

"Jiang Heng!" Dong Tinglan chuckled softly, her ears burning slightly. She raised her hand and ruffled his hair. How could he be so... so frivolous, spouting such carefree words so easily?

"Young Master Lan, don't you like it?" Jiang Heng noticed how much he liked it. The ancient world was so unpleasant; everyone was too reserved. He reached out and touched Dong Tinglan's flushed earlobe, then felt the arm next to him suddenly tense. Oh dear! Look what I've discovered!

Jiang Heng's actions disrupted Dong Tinglan's tense thoughts. He sighed and reluctantly compromised, "Let's finish this quickly. Let Mo Wu do anything that's inconvenient for him to do."

Jiang Heng then told Dong Tinglan about her discoveries from the previous night and the attitude of Jiang Lihai and his wife. "I plan to make a fuss about this. Later, if my parents are willing, I want to take them to Dongli. Young Master Lan, please take me in." Jiang Heng clasped her hands together and looked at him expectantly.

"Young Master, I've noticed that you really have a lot of faith in me." Dong Tinglan was actually a little confused. He himself couldn't guarantee success, yet Jiang Heng dared to entrust her entire family to him.

“Because I will help you.” Jiang Heng cupped his face in her hands and pressed her forehead against his. “Don’t you believe me?”

"Host, host, just keep it like this, everything will be over soon!"

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just…” Dong Tinglan had never spoken so intimately to anyone before, and felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. “It’s just that I don’t want to put you in danger.”

Dong Tinglan reached out and grasped his hand, trying to remove it, but Jiang Heng wouldn't allow it, so he could only let him go. After 886 said it was all settled, Jiang Heng finally let go of him; it was quite tiring to talk in that position.

Jiang Heng ignored him, adjusted herself into a comfortable sitting position, and instructed someone to fetch a small brocade box from the cabinet.

When Dong Tinglan took the brocade box to hand it to him, Jiang Heng pushed it back into his arms, gesturing for him to open it. Inside was a pile of small porcelain bottles of different colors.

"Here are some medicines for injuries, poisons, and antidotes. The white bottle can cure all poisons. Dong Tinglan, I can't guarantee I can help you in other areas, but when it comes to pharmacology and medicine, I dare say no one can compare to me." These are all skills he accumulated from doing missions in countless small worlds.

Dong Tinglan looked at the box full of small porcelain bottles in his hands, each with a note attached. His fingertips were burning, and he felt somewhat at a loss. Since his mother's passing, he had received very little kindness, let alone this kind of heartfelt sentiment that belonged only to him.

He looked at Jiang Heng with a somewhat blank expression, as if he wasn't sure if these things were really for him. Jiang Heng's heart softened immediately. She stepped forward, reached out and hugged him, and whispered gently in his ear, "It's not just these things. Everything I have, I will give to you, only to you."

Dong Tinglan clutched the box tightly, buried her face in Jiang Heng's shoulder, and responded in a barely audible voice. Feeling the dampness on her neck and shoulders, Jiang Heng gently patted her back to comfort her.

886 squatted to the side in the consciousness space, holding his face, his eyes brimming with tears. He didn't know what to say, he just wanted to cry. The villain was too easy to coax. His self-destructive tendency had dropped by 10%, and it was still dropping.

Once Dong Tinglan had calmed down, Jiang Heng lingered and stole a few incense sticks. Before dawn, she sent someone back to the palace immediately.

When he returned to Chunhua Palace, Dong Tinglan looked at the box in his hand, glanced around the room, and felt that it was not suitable to put it anywhere. Finally, he placed the small brocade box in the middle of the bed, spread out the quilt to cover half of it, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the quilt before going to his desk with peace of mind.

Zhao Yi looked at the box with suspicion for a few moments. What, could there be a doll inside the box?

Jiang Heng, who witnessed this scene from 886's perspective, felt both amused and heartbroken. In his mind, only children would act this way after receiving their favorite toy.

"Waaaah, host, all of them are about to pee their eyes again."

886 is the one who can most directly perceive the changes in Dong Tinglan's state of mind, because his self-destructive tendencies have now dropped to 30%.

"That means we're all kind and good babies." Jiang Heng was both amused and exasperated when he saw it crying so hard in its own consciousness space that it was almost shrinking. It turned out that his system was actually a sentimental one.

However, thanks to 886's sensitivity, perhaps feeling sorry for Dong Tinglan or for some other reason, it spent a lot of its points to level up, and then transferred some energy into Dong Tinglan's mind through the forehead contact between Jiang Heng and Dong Tinglan just now. Now, Jiang Heng is no longer completely clueless about Dong Tinglan's situation.

However, he would only check on the other party's situation when his self-destructive tendencies fluctuated or when several key plot points were about to arrive, rather than monitoring him every moment, even if Dong Tinglan would not notice.

For Jiang Heng, this was a unilateral gesture of respect towards the other party.

886 felt a little disappointed after hearing Jiang Heng's words, thinking that the host would peek at the villain taking a bath and sleeping.

"Bye! Do you think I'm a perverted peeping tom?!"

Jiang Heng was shocked. What kind of dirty tricks had his commander learned in his old department?!

886 was startled; had it accidentally blurted out its true feelings?!

"Host, no, not at all! They're just incredibly audacious!" 886 quickly defended himself.

Jiang Heng remained silent; it would have been better not to say anything at all. She wondered if it was too late to correct 886's behavior now. She thought, "We little yellow people have our own code of conduct; being lewd is fine, but we must have principles."