Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

After leaving the Marquis's residence, Jiang Mo rushed to the Third Prince's residence. Although he already knew that the medicine Li Yinghong gave him was problematic, he was still fixated on one answer. He was unwilling to accept that in the end he was the only one who had nothing.

If you ruin him, Li Yinghong won't be able to escape unscathed either.

Upon arriving at the prince's residence, Jiang Mo composed himself and spoke politely to the door, requesting to see the Third Prince. The doorman said the Third Prince had gone to the palace and told him to come back the next day. Jiang Mo stared intently at the doorman, making sure he wasn't lying, then smiled and nodded before walking to a nearby alley to wait.

The next morning, Jiang Mo, who had been on guard all night, was released into the prince's residence. At this time, his face was dark and his eyes were bloodshot, like a fierce ghost. As soon as Li Yinghong came out of the inner room, he was about to rush forward to grab the man's collar and question him angrily, but before he could get close, he was taken down by the guards and forced to kneel on the ground.

"Oh, what's wrong with Young Master Jiang?"

As Li Yinghong passed by him, he bent down to examine his face, his eyes slightly wide, and his tone exaggerated. Of course, he knew why Jiang Mo was acting this way; he already knew about Jiang Lihai's trip to the palace to seek a physician for Jiang Heng.

"You gave me deadly poison!" Jiang Mo struggled to stand up on the ground, but was suppressed and powerless to resist. He glared at Li Yinghong, waiting for an explanation.

"What a pity, only three were used." Li Yinghong shook his head, disappointed. "Young Master Jiang, you still lack courage."

Jiang Mo failed to notice the flaw in his words. At this moment, his chest heaved violently, and a surge of anger was about to erupt. He wished he could burn the person in front of him to death. He screamed, "Why? Didn't you want the Marquis's help?!"

“I do want it, but Father won’t give it to me. That medicinal diet recipe is proof of that.” Li Yinghong’s expression turned gloomy. “Since I can’t have it, then no one else should either.”

Jiang Mo felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He slumped to the ground, his gaze lowered, and for a moment, only heavy breathing filled the hall.

“Jiang Mo, under imperial power, all are but ants. Jiang Heng’s life is not in his own hands, nor are yours or mine.” Li Yinghong waved his hand, ordering someone to release him. He stepped forward, his gaze falling on Jiang Mo’s swollen face. “Judging by your courage and ruthlessness, you might as well work for me from now on…”

Before Li Yinghong could finish speaking, Jiang Mo suddenly pounced on him and knocked him to the ground. He grabbed Li Yinghong's neck tightly with his left hand, and while Li Yinghong's mouth opened involuntarily, Jiang Mo shoved the porcelain bottle in his mouth. The medicine melted instantly upon entering his mouth! Li Yinghong's eyes widened in horror, and he pulled even harder at Jiang Mo's hand.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The guards behind him rushed forward to pull the man apart, but Jiang Mo was clearly determined to die with him. He used all his strength, and the guards couldn't separate them for a moment. Without time to think, a guard next to him drew his knife and slashed at his back.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Jiang Mo's grip loosened slightly. The guard seized the opportunity to throw him to the ground. Blood gushed from his back, staining the ground beneath him. He laughed heartily, his voice fading as his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

As soon as Li Yinghong was released, he turned over and started gagging his throat, but before he could vomit anything, he felt a surge of blood and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The guards nearby were so frightened that they quickly ran to find the imperial physician. Li Yinghong's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, and he could only crawl awkwardly to Jiang Mo's side, asking, "What did you give me to eat!"

"Isn't it what His Highness gave me?" Jiang Mo glanced at him and muttered, "Your life isn't in your own hands, but in mine. I have nothing left... so you won't live either."

"Hah, hah..." Li Yinghong wanted to say that this wasn't the medicine he had given Jiang Mo, but the gushing blood blocked his trachea, and his words were stuck in his throat. In the end, Li Yinghong didn't wait for the imperial physician; his eyes widened, and he breathed his last.

The guards and servants nearby were so frightened their legs went weak. They wanted to grab Jiang Mo, at least to hand this culprit over to His Majesty, but when they got closer, they found that Jiang Mo was already lifeless. It was over, they were finished.

"Host, Jiang Mo and the Third Prince are dead." A double kill, absolutely incredible.

Jiang Heng was startled when she heard the news. Jiang Mo was actually so ruthless? However, Jiang Heng didn't care. Even if these two didn't die today, Jiang Heng would find an opportunity to strike. Now it would save her trouble.

On this day, news spread throughout the capital that the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhongyong had poisoned the heir and was expelled from the mansion, and that the third prince had suddenly died of a serious illness, causing an uproar among the people.

Jiang Lihai was furious when he learned the truth, but he could only pretend not to know. Since Emperor Qilan wanted to put on an act, he would play along and finish the play.

In the Imperial Study of the palace, Consort Hui, the mother of the Third Prince, received the news that Li Yinghong's body had already been cremated by order of Emperor Qilan. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she had long lost the dignity of a noble consort. She knelt before Emperor Qilan, pleading bitterly, "Your Majesty! Hong'er cannot die like this, without knowing why."

Emperor Qilan looked down at her with disgust, "What kind of shady dealings does he have? Instigating someone to poison and murder the Marquis's heir, he really is my good son."

Emperor Qi Lan's face was gloomy. If Li Yinghong hadn't been the mastermind behind it all, and Jiang Lihai hadn't failed to suspect him, he wouldn't have let him off easily even if Li Yinghong were alive. Short-sighted, brave but reckless, utterly useless.

"Ying Hong died suddenly from a serious illness, Consort Hui, do you understand?"

Consort Hui slumped to the ground, completely devoid of energy. Emperor Qilan ignored her, gave some instructions to the eunuchs serving him, and then left the Imperial Study.

On this day, the once glorious Third Prince's mansion was littered with corpses, while Jiang Mo's body was abandoned alone in a deserted temple, undiscovered. One body was missing from the mansion.

In the afternoon, white cloth was hung up at the Marquis's residence, and a mourning hall was set up. Because Jiang Heng was "poisoned," the Marquis's residence refused outsiders to come to pay their respects and closed its doors. Jiang Lihai and his wife also fell ill due to the pain of losing their son. Everything was proceeding according to plan.

At night, Jiang Lihai and Jiang Shi kept vigil alone, while Liang Yan stood guard outside the door as always. At this time, Jiang Heng had already changed into an ordinary appearance with the help of the system, and the person lying in the coffin was wearing his original face, which was none other than Qin Zhao, who had been secretly executed.

"Father, Mother, I'll be leaving now. When the time is right, I'll come and fetch Mother to go to Dongli together. Father, the rest is up to you."

Jiang patted his head, her face full of worry. Jiang Heng had never been away from them before, and she was really worried. "Xiao Bao, take good care of yourself. If you have any difficulties, come back secretly, and we'll think of something."

"Okay." Jiang Heng didn't explain further; right now, the most important thing was to appease the residents.

"Xiao Bao, take this."

After the mother and son finished speaking, Jiang Lihai handed him a white jade pendant, the one that Jiang Lihai usually wore on his waist. It looked unremarkable, but Jiang Lihai's words were like a thunderclap.

"This is the token to command the Longxiang Army. The main force is in the Liangchu border area. When the time comes, you can go around to Liangchu and take them with you. That way, I can feel more at ease in Qilan."

Jiang Heng and 886 were shocked: No, you usually just casually hang your token on your waist to attend court? Has Emperor Qilan never even glanced at your waist?

Jiang Heng took the token, looked at it over and over, and it was indeed as ordinary as it could be. Why would she just give it to him like that?

Jiang Lihai patted his head gently, suppressing his reluctance, and said, "Take care of yourself."

Under the cover of night, Mo Wu secretly led Jiang Heng out of the Marquis's residence and settled her in an inconspicuous courtyard. Upon opening the door, they were surprised to find Dong Tinglan standing inside, seemingly having been waiting for some time.

"Young Master, I've come to pick you up."

Bathed in candlelight, Dong Tinglan's gentle features and the smile on his lips made Jiang Heng's heart pound. He rushed forward and threw himself into the other's arms. It had only been a few days, but it felt like so much time had passed.

Unbeknownst to him, Dong Tinglan was in the same mood, which was why he had come so eagerly even though it was late at night. This man was too much of a troublemaker; he could only feel at ease with him right in front of him.

886 is all smiles, the CP that everyone's been shipping is giving us some sweet moments today!

Standing outside, Mo Wu was puzzled again. When did the two of them become so close?

At this time, in the suburbs, a group of people were riding along. In the opposite direction, two people were pushing a cart along the road. Occasionally, one could hear their complaints and the sound of horses' hooves. They quickly pushed the cart to the side of the road to avoid bumping into others.

The vehicle jolted due to the rough road, and a pale hand slipped out from under the straw mat. It turned out to be a hearse from a mortuary. The corner of the exposed clothing was exquisitely made, clearly belonging to a wealthy family. It was a mystery how they had fallen to the point of only having a straw mat to cover themselves.

As Dongling Yu rode by, he glanced at the hearse casually, then frowned and looked away, feeling annoyed. He cracked his whip, and the horse, in pain, galloped forward at a faster pace, quickly leaving the hearse behind.

The team that Dong Li came to pick up Dong Tinglan was still a hundred miles away. Dong Lingyu first led his group in some disguises, intending to enter the city first to gather information.

He lost contact with the groups of people he had sent out some time ago. He wasn't sure if it was Dong Tinglan's doing or if Qi Lan's people had discovered it. If it was the former, then things were interesting. It seemed that his little dog hadn't been behaving himself in Qi Lan these past few years.