Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

In Chunhua Palace, Dong Tinglan led Jiang Heng to his room. Jiang Heng was dressed in a eunuch's robe, which Dong Tinglan had prepared for him. Fortunately, Dong Tinglan's only close attendants were Zhao Yi and Sun He, both of whom had followed him from Dongli. Now that Jiang Heng had taken Sun He's place, he could remain hidden in the shadows. Tomorrow, he could change his appearance to resemble Sun He without arousing suspicion.

"Is Zhao Yi trustworthy? Should I poison him? I guarantee no one will find out." Jiang Heng whispered to Dong Tinglan, discussing the assassination plan. Dong Tinglan chuckled at his eager expression, his eyes crinkling slightly, revealing a youthful air. Jiang Heng was stunned; his judgment was indeed excellent.

Dong Tinglan grabbed his neck and pulled him inside. "If Zhao Yi is untrustworthy, then there's no one else I can trust." Seeing Jiang Heng's expression change slightly, he quickly added, "Now that we have the young prince, it's like adding wings to a tiger."

Jiang Heng snorted twice, not bothering to argue with him, but while she was deep in thought, she missed the dark glint that flashed in Dong Tinglan's eyes.

He still had doubts about whether Zhao Yi was trustworthy. After all, the plot couldn't possibly go wrong, and the plot point was fast approaching. The truth would be revealed then.

Outside the hall, Zhao Yi's voice came, saying he had something to ask to see him. He was unaware that he had temporarily escaped a calamity.

Upon entering the hall, he was startled to see his master behaving intimately with Sun He. What was going on?! When he turned around, he realized that the person in Dong Tinglan's arms was not Sun He at all, but Jiang Heng, who was wearing the same eunuch's robe as Sun He. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness, otherwise he would have had nightmares tonight.

"What is it?" Dong Tinglan pulled Jiang Heng to sit down. Zhao Yi knew from this that he didn't need to avoid her.

"Dongling Yu and five others arrived outside the capital ahead of us. They will enter the city tomorrow. The whole group is disguised."

The moment the name Dongling Yu was uttered, Jiang Heng felt the aura around her darken. Although the plot only mentioned their later entanglement and struggle, Jiang Heng was now certain that Dongling Yu must have done something bad to Dong Tinglan to elicit such a strong reaction to the name. Jiang Heng grasped Dong Tinglan's hand, applying a slight pressure.

The warmth in his hands pulled him out of his negative emotions. Dong Tinglan looked at Jiang Heng and forced a smile. He was no longer afraid of Dong Lingyu, but he loathed him terribly; the thought of him made him feel nauseous, like he had swallowed a fly.

"Tongtong, Dongling Yu is doomed." In her mind, Jiang Heng said coldly to 886. 886 clenched its little fists, determined to protect its CP, Dongling Yu must die!

"Host, once Dongling Yu enters the capital, we'll be able to track him down! Then he won't be able to sneak around doing anything bad!"

That night, Jiang Heng used the excuse that Dong Tinglan was in a bad mood and she needed to coax him to sleep to force herself onto his bed. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw a brocade box covered with a small blanket next to her pillow, which was the one Jiang Heng had given him before.

Dong Tinglan followed the other person's gaze, a look of embarrassment and annoyance flashing across her face. She reached out to take the brocade box away, but Jiang Heng stopped her with a smile.

"Let it sleep here. It's gotten used to sleeping here these past few days, and it won't be comfortable in a different place all of a sudden."

Dong Tinglan reached out and covered his mouth, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She looked away, not daring to meet his gaze, and whispered, suppressing her embarrassment, "Don't say it."

Jiang Heng smiled, his eyes shining brightly. He took the hand that was covering his face, kissed it, and said softly, "I'm so happy that you care about it."

Hearing his words, Dong Tinglan turned his gaze back and saw the seriousness in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Heng continued, "But you can't put the things I give you on the bed anymore, otherwise I won't have anywhere to sleep."

"..." Dong Tinglan pushed him down onto the bed, pulled the blanket over him, and covered his eyes with her hand. "Go to sleep."

Jiang Heng chuckled, but stopped just in time when Dong Tinglan was about to cover his mouth.

After some laughter and commotion, Dong Tinglan's mood finally calmed down. Jiang Heng patted his arm like she was comforting a child, and then leaned against him and fell asleep peacefully.

This was the first time Dong Tinglan had ever slept in the same bed with someone, and it was someone he admired. But at this moment, he didn't have any romantic thoughts; he only felt a warm feeling in his heart, like soaking in a hot spring, which made him feel a little dazed.

When he noticed that Jiang Heng's breathing was becoming longer and more even, he gently turned to his side, carefully embraced him, and closed his eyes contentedly to fall asleep.

886 frantically searched through the system store again, and finally spent 20 points to buy a DSLR camera. It then took a series of 360-degree photos of the sleeping faces of the host and the villain, wanting to preserve all such beautiful moments for the host!

Unbeknownst to 886, these photos were later confiscated by the main system and handed over to someone, becoming evidence to verify that person's identity. As a result of his great contribution, 886 had all the storybooks that had been confiscated by the main system returned to him in full, and everyone was happy.

The next morning, Jiang Heng was awakened by suppressed groans; the sound alone suggested the speaker was in great pain. He was about to pull the covers over his head when he suddenly realized where he was. He abruptly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and found Dong Tinglan gone. Throwing back the covers, without even putting on his shoes, Jiang Heng followed the sound and saw Dong Tinglan curled up in front of the bed behind the screen, one hand tightly clutching his chest, veins bulging on his forehead, his clothes soaked with sweat—clearly enduring immense pain. Jiang Heng rushed to him, took his free hand to check his pulse, but found nothing wrong. How could this be?

"Dong Tinglan, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Dong Tinglan couldn't even utter a single word in response. Four years had passed; he hadn't felt this pain for a full four years. Even though he had mentally prepared himself last night, the stimulation was still unbearable. His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, his sharp fingernails digging into his flesh as if trying to tear a piece off. This pain was all too familiar; every time he endured it, he wished he could die immediately.

"Host, host, the villain's self-destructive tendencies... Huh?" 886 looked at the data panel in confusion. Didn't it just rise? How come it suddenly dropped back down? Is there a bug? But it's good that it didn't rise.

Jiang Heng didn't bother to reply and shouted for Zhao Yi outside the hall. Zhao Yi heard the commotion and immediately rushed over, opening the door. Seeing Dong Tinglan's condition, he immediately understood what had happened. He had thought they would have to wait a while, but it turned out Dongling Yu had entered the city so early.

With a gloomy expression, Zhao Yi grabbed Dong Tinglan and led her towards the side hall, with Jiang Heng quickly following. Upon entering the side hall, a strong medicinal smell wafted out, emanating from the bathtub in the center of the hall.

Zhao Yi removed Dong Tinglan's upper garment and placed him in the medicinal soup. He then grabbed a rolled-up cloth and had Dong Tinglan bite it down on to prevent him from biting his own tongue in pain. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Back then, Dong Tinglan, barely taller than a table, had bitten his tongue hard when he first experienced this pain, screaming in agony. Zhao Yi remembered his master then; blood gushed from his mouth, soaking his clothes. But the pain from that tongue injury was nothing compared to the agony of this poison. Thinking of this, his face grew even more grim, his hands gripping the edge of the tub so tightly they turned white, almost cracking the wooden planks.

Jiang Heng carefully discerned the smell of the medicinal soup and recognized it as a pain reliever. Judging from its color, the concentration was extremely high, which showed just how much pain Dong Tinglan was in.