Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

At the Fifth Prince's residence, as soon as everyone arrived at the main courtyard, Dong Tinglan dismissed everyone else from the residence, leaving only Zhao Yi and Sun He. Jiang Heng secretly instructed 886 to monitor the surroundings to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

“Sun He, over the next few days, gradually place our men into the manor. If anyone in the manor acts suspiciously, just kill them on some pretext. Zhao Yi, in a few days, go outside the city to meet Mo Wu.”

"I obey my orders."

After the three of them finished speaking, Jiang Heng scratched her cheek and said awkwardly, "I also need to go pick up my guard Lu Qian. I think I accidentally forgot about him."

Lu Qian, travel-worn and looking like a refugee, had finally arrived in the capital. He had changed horses three times along the way and hadn't had a full night's sleep. Now, all he wanted to do was find his young master and then fall into a deep sleep.

Upon hearing that Lu Qian had been following Dong Li's group for the past few days, Zhao Yi and Sun He couldn't help but feel sorry for each other. At least they could take turns resting, but Lu Qian was really chasing after them all by himself on horseback.

Even Dong Tinglan was silent for a while. But when she thought about how exhausted Jiang Heng had been during those days of travel, it was understandable that she had temporarily forgotten about him.

However, Jiang Heng shouldn't need to personally pick him up now. Whoever is leading the most destitute person near the city gate is undoubtedly Lu Qian.

Sure enough, not far from the city gate, Zhao Yi saw a young man with a dusty face chugging water at a stall. He walked over and waited until the man had finished drinking before calling out to him.

"Lu Qian?"

Lu Qian turned around and looked at the person who had just arrived with a puzzled expression. "Who are you?"

"Prince Jiang ordered me to come and fetch you."

"Thank goodness, I thought the young master had forgotten me. Turns out I was just scaring myself."

Lu Qian's shoulders immediately relaxed completely. Zhao Yi found it amusing and pointed to the carriage not far ahead, "Come on, I specially brought a carriage to pick you up."

"Thank you, brother! You're truly my benefactor!"

Lu Qian didn't stand on ceremony with him. He dragged his stiff legs and climbed onto the carriage, collapsing completely. When Zhao Yi got on the carriage, he found that Lu Qian was already asleep.

Zhao Yi: ...I don't know whether to say he's carefree or that he looks trustworthy.

After bringing the man to the prince's residence, Zhao Yi had someone carry him to a room and lay him down. The man didn't wake up the entire time, clearly exhausted. After arranging everything, he went to tell Jiang Heng, making a few sarcastic remarks that made Jiang Heng feel even more guilty.

That evening, Dong Tinglan brought the man to the main courtyard and asked him to sleep in the room next to his. Jiang Heng was shocked and grabbed his clothes, asking, "Dong Tinglan, what do you mean?"

Dong Tinglan frowned, puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Why won't you sleep in the same room with me anymore? You're fickle and abandon me after starting something new!"

Dong Tinglan was completely baffled. What was all this about? Where did this talk of new and old come from?

He grasped Jiang Heng's hand, pulled it slightly, his gaze dark, and leaned close to her ear, his breath carrying a strong sense of aggression, his voice suppressed: "Young Master, please have mercy on me, stop torturing me, let me get some sleep first."

Jiang Heng abruptly withdrew his hand, his face turning bright red, feeling so hot he felt like he was about to burst into flames. Although he usually liked to grope around, he had never actually touched her.

Dong Tinglan chuckled softly at his appearance, ruffled his hair, pinched his flushed face, and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

886 was exasperated in the consciousness space, thinking, "The host is hopeless! You're usually so enthusiastic when it comes to flirting, why are you chickening out now!"

After Jiang Heng calmed down, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. "You, Dong Tinglan, who usually keeps a low profile, have actually learned to fight back."

After Dong Tinglan left, he did not return to his room, but went to the study. Zhao Yi thought he had something important to do, so he waited outside the door for instructions.

In the study, Dong Tinglan picked up a pen and wrote a full page on a piece of paper before calling Zhao Yi in.

Zhao Yi, with a serious expression, took the paper handed to him. Looking down, he saw breakfast: osmanthus cake, yam porridge... Wait, is this a menu? He looked at Dong Tinglan in confusion, wanting to confirm if the other party had given him the wrong thing.

"For the next few days, just choose the food prepared above. If Jiang Heng has any other requests, just make whatever he suggests."

The notes on the paper were all based on his observations of Jiang Heng's preferences over the past few days. Now that he's back in Dongli, he can finally take good care of his little prince.

Zhao Yi remained silent. He folded the paper and put it away, then told Dong Tinglan about what had happened outside the Fourth Prince's residence that afternoon.

"This is just the beginning; things are about to get turbulent."

News of what happened to Dongling Yu also reached the palace. After hearing what the Black Armor Guards said, King Dongli was so angry that he coughed a few times, slammed the medicine bowl down on the table, and made a loud noise.

"I have spoiled him too much, which has allowed him to develop such an unruly nature. Investigate what exactly happened."

King Dongli suppressed a cough and managed to utter a sentence. The eunuch quickly stepped forward to pat his back and help him catch his breath. "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince must have a reason for this. Please don't upset yourself."

"They're all such a handful!"

Prince Dongli has few offspring, and Dongtinglan only has three sons. In recent years, he has become increasingly weak, and the medicine he takes has not been very effective. His temperament has become more and more unpredictable.

In the past, he would turn a blind eye to the Third Prince's outrageous behavior, but now it seemed like nothing was going right for him. The eunuch stood silently to the side, dutifully trying to appease him.

Once his cough subsided, he looked at the eunuch and said, "Tonight, I will summon the newly arrived concubine to serve me in bed."

The eunuch paused, then accepted the order and withdrew. That very night, the beautiful lady was sentenced to death for offending the emperor.

The women in the harem were all on edge, fearing they would be the next to be summoned. In the past few months, anyone summoned had been given a death sentence, for reasons that varied but all conveyed the same message: serving the emperor was tantamount to certain death. Fortunately, those summoned so far were all of low rank.

The next morning, before Jiang Heng even opened her eyes, she felt someone pinching the flesh on both sides of her cheeks. The person then mischievously pulled them apart. She smiled with her eyes half-closed, raised her hand to hug the person's neck and pressed down, giving them a series of kisses on the face.

"I want to sleep in your arms." He rubbed his cheek against the other's and mumbled.

Dong Tinglan let out a few laughs, like feathers brushing past her ears. Jiang Heng felt half of her body go numb. She hugged his arm tightly and buried her face in his shoulder.

Seeing that he really didn't want to get up, Dong Tinglan had no choice but to turn over and lie on his side next to him, holding him in his arms. Jiang Heng adjusted to a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Dong Tinglan's thoughts went blank for a moment. Sleeping in separate rooms didn't seem like a wise move.

886 pulled out his DSLR again, hehe, he had new material again.