Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

The news of what happened at Chunhua Palace quickly reached Emperor Qilan's ears.

"It's just a minor squabble. As long as it doesn't cross the line, let them be." If Dong Tinglan can't even handle this little matter, then there's no need to watch anymore.

The person responsible for reporting bowed and withdrew upon hearing this. At this time, Dong Tinglan and Jiang Heng had already left the palace. Unexpectedly, today was the day of Jiang Heng's burial. It was originally scheduled for the day the Dongli procession arrived in the capital, but to avoid any clashes, it was postponed for two days.

Standing in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, watching the funeral procession pass by below through the window, Jiang Heng leaned against the windowsill and saw Jiang Lihai standing at the head of the procession, his face haggard. Anyone who saw him could feel the grief in his heart. Jiang Heng clicked her tongue in amazement; her father was quite the actor.

Just as Jiang Heng closed the window, the waiter who was serving the food also closed the door, carrying a tray with some soup spilled on it. Both of them had their heads down and eyes lowered, showing none of the usual charming and smooth manner of waiters.

"You only have a few dishes, why do you need two people to serve them?"

Jiang Heng leaned against the window and casually remarked to Dong Tinglan, but both of their bodies tensed up at the same time, ready to pounce.

As expected, the waiter had barely put the dishes down when he pulled a short blade from a hidden compartment in the tray and slashed at Dong Tinglan's neck. Dong Tinglan, sitting in his chair, leaned back, kicking the table leg to use as leverage to dodge the attack, then drew his soft sword from his waist to meet it. He even managed to say to Jiang Heng, "Find a place to hide."

However, the current situation left Jiang Heng no room to hide. After one of the assassins knocked a teacup away, the door was suddenly pushed open, and six more masked men rushed in, all wielding sharp blades. Perhaps because it was broad daylight, they were carrying short blades, no more than the length of an arm.

Jiang Heng stood on the periphery of the battle, watching Dong Tinglan, who, despite being surrounded, still had the energy to glance at him from time to time. He leisurely crossed his arms and watched the battle, occasionally commenting on the opponent's posture to 886.

"That whip kick, that power, you can see the muscles taut even through the clothes."

886 indicates that all that can be seen is the villain's exceptional abdominal strength; the host's good days are yet to come.

Seeing that Dong Tinglan still had the energy to pay attention to his companions, the assassins immediately intensified their attack and even sent one of them to deal with Jiang Heng.

Dong Tinglan's eyes flashed with malice, and his actions became increasingly ruthless. Before long, half of the assassins had fallen.

Meanwhile, Jiang Heng, whose interest in admiring Dong Tinglan's figure had been interrupted, had a cold expression. She pushed off the ground and suddenly leaped into the air, using one hand to block the short blade thrust at her, and the other hand to punch him hard in the temple. The speed was so fast that the assassin didn't even have time to react before everything went black.

He seized the opportunity to circle around to the man's back, twisted his arm behind his back, snatched the dagger, and slashed it viciously across the man's carotid artery. Instantly, blood gushed out. The assassin clutched his neck, his eyes wide with disbelief, and collapsed forward.

The assassin who witnessed this was shocked. He thought this person was not a threat, but he did not expect to lose one of his men so quickly.

Dong Tinglan's eyes shone even brighter; how many more surprises awaited the young prince?

At this moment, Jiang Heng slid forward, picked up a dagger from the ground, and used it to slash the thigh of the nearest person, joining the battle.

In less than half an incense stick's time, all the assassins had fallen, leaving only one survivor. However, Dong Tinglan had severed his tendons and dislocated his jaw, and he was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

He stepped forward, grabbed the man, and struck him on the Adam's apple with his palm. The assassin couldn't help but gag, spitting out the poison hidden in his mouth.

The commotion upstairs attracted the restaurant owner. He knocked on the door and was about to ask what was wrong when the door, which wasn't closed tightly, opened a crack as he moved. Through the crack, he saw the scene inside and was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the floor. Before he could call for help, Jiang Heng grabbed him and pulled him inside, then closed both doors behind him.

"Spare me! Spare me!" The shopkeeper didn't dare to look closely at the situation inside the room. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy as soon as he was dragged in.

"Stop kowtowing, I won't kill you. Open your eyes and see who this is."

Jiang Heng used her dagger to stop the shopkeeper from kowtowing any further, lifting his head so he could look at Dong Tinglan.

"Lan, Young Master Lan." The shopkeeper took a deep breath when he saw the person standing in the center. "What's going on here?"

“Someone is trying to assassinate my master. Find someone to report this to the Dali Temple. Tell them that someone is trying to assassinate Young Master Lan and is suspected of trying to provoke a conflict between the two countries. Someone will compensate you for your losses.”

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his brow. Whether or not he would compensate the shopkeeper was another matter; this incident had nearly cost him his life. He got up from the ground and quickly went downstairs to instruct someone to report the incident to the Dali Temple.

The Dali Temple was quite a distance away, so Dong Tinglan pulled Jiang Heng to an empty private room next door and ordered another table of food for him. The reason they left the palace today was to bring him here for a treat, since they had spent several days in the palace, and the food at Chunhua Palace was just so-so; the young prince seemed to have lost weight in just a few days. However, this time the innkeeper served them the entire time, and the two of them didn't stand on ceremony.

"The young master actually has such skills."

In the private room, Dong Tinglan held Jiang Heng's hand and carefully wiped his hands with a damp cloth. Strangely, there wasn't even a thin layer of calluses. He was so skilled and decisive in his actions.

"I already said I can protect you, do you think I just make things up?" Jiang Heng could see his curiosity, but she didn't explain, after all, this matter was hard to explain. "What do you think this group of assassins is all about?"

Seeing that he brought up serious matters, Dong Tinglan stopped scrutinizing his skills. No matter how many secrets the young master had, as long as he knew that the young master was on his side, that was enough.

"Judging from their movements, they seem to be from Dongli." People from Dongli mostly use knives. Although these people have switched to short blades, their knife-wielding habits can still be discerned.

"Don't you want to go back to Dongli?"

"It might not necessarily be aimed at me."

Dong Tinglan chuckled. This blatant approach was rather clumsy, but it was undeniably effective.

Halfway through their meal, the officials from the Dali Temple arrived. Upon hearing that Dong Tinglan had been assassinated, Dali Temple Minister Lu Ting quickly led his men to the scene. The restaurant was sealed off, leaving the diners bewildered, but seeing the situation, even those who were dissatisfied dared not voice their grievances.

Lu Ting led his men up to the second floor and, looking at the scene, felt a headache coming on. Seeing that there was still one survivor, he quickly ordered his men to capture him and then re-examined the man for any poison or weapons; after all, this man couldn't die now. Young Master Lan was only a few days away from returning to Dongli, and this sudden incident meant that if Dongli caused trouble, Qi Lan would have a hard time dealing with it.

Where is Young Master Lan?

"It's next door." The shopkeeper led the way; he never wanted to come back to this house again.

Lu Ting knocked on the door and, upon receiving permission, pushed it open and entered the house. Upon seeing the scene inside, Lu Ting paused in his steps. How could someone still eat?

He suppressed his speechlessness and stepped forward to inquire about what had happened. "Young Master Lan, could you tell me what happened?"

“My master was frightened, let me tell you.” Jiang Heng poured tea for Dong Tinglan, acting like a caring subordinate, and described the scene to Lu Tinglan in detail.

"Here's the thing: the master left the palace today on a whim, but the assassins were able to pinpoint our location precisely and were well-prepared. Lord Lu, what does this mean?"

Before Lu Ting could speak, Jiang Heng slammed his hand on the table, startling Lu Ting. He declared emphatically, "This proves that these assassins planned and premeditated the assassination, and they had been targeting my master for a long time. This assassination was inevitable; if not today, then tomorrow or the day after. You must thoroughly interrogate the remaining survivors and give us an explanation! Otherwise, Dongli will not let this go!"

Lu Ting was intimidated by Jiang Heng's imposing presence, assuming that she had killed all the assassins. He never expected that this small-statured woman would be so formidable.

Dong Tinglan admired the young prince's dignified appearance, a smile flashing in her eyes. This man was truly likable in every way.

"I will certainly investigate this matter thoroughly. This matter must also be reported to His Majesty. I would be grateful if Young Master Lan would accompany me to the palace to meet the Emperor?"

Dong Tinglan frowned deeply upon hearing this, as he hadn't had a chance to show the young prince around much yet. However, seeing Jiang Heng's eager expression, he agreed to Lu Ting's suggestion.