Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"Fuquan, how many pills of that medicine do you think can be used?"

"That depends on how capable and courageous Young Master Jiang is," Fu Quan replied with his head bowed. Didn't His Highness just recently think about winning over Marquis Zhongyong? How come he's now going after people's lives? But he dared not say more. As a servant, he only needed to follow orders when it came to his master's business.

Jiang Heng and 886, who witnessed the whole thing, commented: "This third prince is ruthless. He's really figured out how to destroy what he can't have."

"Mo Wu, Mo Wu, calling Mo Wu." Jiang Heng scanned the courtyard but didn't see anyone. She called out twice, and as soon as she finished speaking, Mo Wu and Lu Qian appeared together.

Jiang Heng: "???" What plot point did he miss?

"What's the matter with me?"

Jiang Heng looked at the two suspiciously, finally fixing her gaze on Lu Qian, who looked completely bewildered.

"What are your orders, Prince?"

"When did you two become so close?"

"I think he's quite skilled; let's have a go at it." Mo Wu, who's been guarding the Marquis's residence day after day, is practically growing moss from boredom. "Quickly, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Jiang Heng handed him a porcelain bottle. "Find a chance to switch the medicine in Jiang Mo's hand. It's in a blue porcelain bottle with white auspicious cloud patterns on it. Bring the switched medicine back to me."

Mo Wu took the bottle without asking any questions and disappeared into the courtyard in a few flashes.

"Lu Qian, go find Qin Zhao and tell him to provoke Jiang Mo from time to time these next few days, and to double the amount of the medicinal powder added to the aromatherapy."

After Lu Qian left, Jiang Heng thought for a moment and then summoned a servant to invite Jiang Shi. There was no other way; he was still seriously ill and it was not advisable for him to move around too much for the time being.

When Madam Jiang heard that Jiang Heng was looking for him, she thought he was feeling unwell and hurriedly rushed to his courtyard. Only after the servant who delivered the message repeatedly assured her that the young master was alright did she feel relieved, but she did not slow down her pace.

"Xiao Bao, Mother has come to see you." As soon as Jiang entered the room, she reached out to feel Jiang Heng's forehead, and only sat down with peace of mind after confirming that he no longer had a fever.

Jiang Heng suddenly felt a little greedy for this kind of care. She wondered if she would be able to meet a mother like Jiang Shi in the next world. She wished she could take Jiang Shi with her to the next world.

Hearing Jiang Heng's inner thoughts, 886 Dawu: Although, but, emmmm, why don't we also think about the villain?

This time, 886 didn't accidentally blurt out his true feelings. He was diligently checking the surroundings for Jiang Heng to ensure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard by a third party.

"Mother, there's something I want to tell you." Jiang Heng carefully chose her words before telling her about her plans with her father. Seeing that Jiang Shi's breathing had become heavier and she looked quite angry, Jiang Heng quickly patted her back.

"I knew he had ill intentions." Madam Jiang hugged Jiang Heng tightly, her voice choked with emotion. "It was my negligence that I failed to protect you."

When Madam Jiang started crying, Jiang Heng was at a loss. He quickly whispered in her ear, "Mother, I'm actually fine. I'm only acting like this to deceive Jiang Mo and the people above. Really, I'm perfectly fine."

Jiang's voice choked. She released Jiang Heng, frowned at him, and seeing that his eyes were sincere and not fake, Jiang grabbed his ear and twisted it. "You brat! You scared me to death last night!"

Jiang looked fierce, but she didn't use much force at all. Jiang Heng pretended to cry out twice and begged for mercy. Jiang glared at him and let go, but she finally felt relieved.

The two planned in detail again, and now they were just waiting to close the net. As they changed the subject and chatted casually, a servant announced that Jiang Mo had arrived. Madam Jiang's face suddenly darkened, but before Jiang Heng could remind her, she reverted to her amiable self.

"Xiao Mo is here, come and sit down." As soon as Jiang Mo entered the room, Jiang Shi beckoned him to sit down next to her and gently patted the back of his hand. "Xiao Mo, I was just worried last night, so please don't take what I said to heart. I didn't mean to blame you. I know you were doing it for Xiao Heng's own good."

Jiang Heng and 886 were amazed; this guy could act even better than him (the host).

"Mother, I know. It was my fault; I was only thinking about nourishing Xiaoheng without understanding the situation." After saying that, Jiang Mo looked at Jiang Heng with concern, "How is Xiaoheng today? Is she feeling any better?"

Jiang Heng leaned against Jiang Shi, looking rather weak, and shook her head weakly at him, "I'm much better, thank you for your concern, elder brother."

Jiang Shi: If she didn't already know that Jiang Heng was faking it, she would have believed it. No wonder he's her son; his acting skills are truly inherited from her.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Mo suppressed a smile and said, "Take good care of yourself during this time. If there's anything you want to eat or want, just tell your older brother, and he'll buy it for you personally."

Hey, so impatient? Since they've already offered him a pillow, he'll have to accept it.

"Then I'd like to eat the Osmanthus Pastry Cheese from Yipinzhai."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

"You're such a glutton. Xiao Mo, don't spoil him. He hasn't been drinking his medicine properly these past few days. Wait a couple more days before buying him more," Jiang Shi said, tapping his forehead with a helpless smile. For a moment, the room was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

After Jiang Moyi left to attend to other matters, Jiang Shi watched his retreating figure, her face so dark it could drip water. Jiang Heng quickly spoke up to comfort her, "Mother, don't let him affect your mood. Anyway, we know what kind of person he is now."

If possible, Madam Jiang would also like to expel Jiang Heng from the manor directly. Like Jiang Lihai, she didn't want Jiang Heng to take any risks. The only difference was that she wouldn't be soft-hearted towards Jiang Mo, regardless of whether the other party had made a move. To her, anyone who harbored ill intentions towards her child was her enemy.

Lying in bed that evening, Jiang Mo's heart was pounding, his emotions surging uncontrollably. He held the medicine bottle Li Yinghong had given him in his hand, examining it closely. Nine pills! Three for each person—how tempting!

Hearing the laughter coming from inside, Qin Zhao, who was guarding outside, shuddered. It was too eerie. But when he thought about what was about to happen, a sense of pleasure rose in his heart. Serves him right! If he hadn't had the idea of ​​murdering the prince, he wouldn't be in this situation now. If he couldn't have it easy, Jiang Mo wouldn't have it easy either.

Three days later, in the evening, the family sat together for the first time. The atmosphere at the table was harmonious, but the undercurrents were something only the people involved could sense.

"Big brother, where's my osmanthus-flavored custard? I've been waiting all day." After the meal, Jiang Heng looked at Jiang Mo with an expectant expression, as if he wasn't waiting for that bowl of custard, but Jiang Mo couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"When I came back this afternoon, the servant told me you were still sleeping, so I've been keeping the food in the food box. Would you like to eat now? I'll have Qin Zhao get it for you," Jiang Mo said, then beckoned to Qin Zhao to get it.

When Qin Zhao turned around, his smile was twisted. He quickened his pace, eager to see how the play would end.

At the dinner table, Jiang Lihai clenched his fist on his lap. To be honest, he really didn't want to believe that Jiang Mo would harm Jiang Heng; he was waiting for an answer. Even though he tried to hide it well, Jiang Shi, sitting beside him, noticed his mood. She frowned slightly, and her foot under the table slammed down hard on Jiang Lihai's leg, causing him to flinch in pain. His hand under the table involuntarily rose and slammed against the table with a bang.

"what happened?"

Jiang Mo and Jiang Heng looked at Jiang Lihai at the same time. Jiang Lihai endured the pain in his foot and forced a smile, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about something and got distracted."

886 was laughing so hard in Jiang Heng's consciousness space, it was so funny, so very funny.