Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

When Jiang Heng woke up again, he opened his eyes to find Dong Tinglan's clothes disheveled, revealing a section of his collarbone. He couldn't resist leaning in and biting it, a muffled groan coming from above his head. Dong Tinglan was about to tease him when he froze at the soft, wet touch. Like a kitten that had accidentally bitten its owner and was now licking itself ingratiatingly. Always good at playing the innocent card.

He raised his hand and gently patted Jiang Heng's waist. "It's time to get up and have breakfast."

Jiang Heng then released him. After washing up, Dong Tinglan pulled him to sit in front of the mirror, skillfully gathered his hair, examined him on the table, and finally chose a silver-white satin ribbon with red crane patterns, adorned with two glass beads at the end. Looking at the silver, red, and black hair blending together, Dong Tinglan was secretly pleased; the young prince was indeed suited to such a magnificent attire.

After everything was tidied up, Jiang Heng was led to the front hall. He saw that the table was full of his favorite foods. His eyes lit up. It couldn't be a coincidence; someone must have put thought into it.

"Your Highness is so good to me. How can I repay Your Highness?" He moved closer to Dong Tinglan, his fingers playing with the jade pendant at his waist, as if curious about the patterns on it. His fingertips traced the patterns carefully, and his eyes were smiling, yet with a hint of mischief. He whispered, "How about you repay me with your body?"

Dong Tinglan knew that he was teasing him again, probably trying to get revenge for last night, but his Adam's apple still bobbed uncontrollably. He had a feeling that the young master wasn't just playing with his jade pendant.

He loosened his collar, pulled the person into his arms, and kissed him. As their breaths mingled, he noticed the person in his arms go limp. He held the person's waist and lifted him up, not allowing him to pull away, whether it was voluntary or not.

Once she was finally able to sit down, Jiang Heng stirred the yam porridge in her hand and grumbled, "It's so hot, I can't drink it."

Dong Tinglan looked at his red and slightly swollen lips and coaxed him patiently, "Then let them air dry for a while tomorrow and then send them over."

Jiang Heng puffed out her cheeks; it would get cold if left out any longer.

886 cupped her round face, a doting smile on her face. "How wonderful! Everyone is living a life of eating candy every day."

After breakfast, Zhao Yi brought Lu Qian to find Jiang Heng. Having slept and washed up, he had finally recovered. Upon seeing Jiang Heng, his gaze lingered on her lips. The young master eating spicy food so early in the morning? That won't do!

"Your Highness, you've only just recovered, you should eat something light this morning." Lu Qian looked disapproving.

Jiang Heng didn't react at first, but when she realized that his gaze had lingered on her mouth for a few more moments, even with her thick skin, she felt embarrassed and annoyed, not to mention that Dong Tinglan was chuckling to himself.

"I know, I know." Jiang Heng glared at Dong Tinglan and quickly changed the subject. "I asked you to come here so that you can buy a house for Dongli when Mother comes."

“I have a vacant house that I can move into right away.”

When Dong Tinglan heard that he needed a house, she suddenly remembered that she had a place that was quite suitable, not far from the prince's residence.

"Then thank you very much, Your Highness." Jiang Heng didn't stand on ceremony with him. Calculating the days, if all went smoothly, Jiang Shi should arrive in another month.

Because he was worried about attracting the attention of Dongling Yu and Dongjing Ming to Jiang Heng, he had been staying in the main courtyard for the past few days, which he was quite happy to do. He had also gained back the weight he had lost, and Dongting Lan was very satisfied with the results of raising his young prince.

The two spent three leisurely days at the prince's residence. On the fourth day, a grand banquet was held in the palace to welcome the fifth prince back to the country, which also meant that he officially stepped into the public eye.

That day, Dong Tinglan changed out of his usual light-colored attire and donned a dark blue brocade robe. Intricate patterns were embroidered on the hem with dark gold thread, giving him a fierce and imposing aura, like a sword drawn from its sheath. He was completely different from his usual self. Jiang Heng was stunned. He felt that this was the real Dong Tinglan, powerful and unstoppable, which made him even more fascinated.

"Why are you dazed?"

The person who had been cold and aloof just moments before softened his gaze when he saw Jiang Heng. He gently patted Jiang Heng's head, bringing him back to his senses.

Jiang Heng looked up and saw himself clearly in his eyes, as well as the tenderness in them. He suddenly realized that there was no such thing as a true self; the Dong Tinglan before him was the real him. Only this version of himself was uniquely his, Jiang Heng's.

"Your Highness is so charming, I'm mesmerized."

Jiang Heng tilted her head to admire his figure, her face beaming with smiles, clearly extremely satisfied.

"You're teasing me again." Dong Tinglan pinched his cheek and shook it. He really loved the feel of it and couldn't forget it from the first time he touched it. "If you want to go out and play, take Sun He with you. I'll feel more at ease if you stay in the palace."

In the past few days, the Fifth Prince's residence has changed its staff. Although it cannot be said to be as impenetrable as an ironclad fortress, it is already under Dong Tinglan's control and is not something that can be easily probed by anyone.

"Okay." Jiang Heng escorted him to the carriage and instructed him, "If anyone bullies you, I will avenge you."

Dong Tinglan smiled and replied with an "okay".

Although he didn't know why Jiang Heng always treated him as someone who was easy to bully, it didn't stop him from enjoying this kind of care, especially when Jiang Heng's eyes were full of him.

Watching the two of them being so affectionate, Zhao Yihou shifted uncomfortably, thinking, "They really don't treat me like an outsider."

Upon arriving at the palace, Dong Tinglan had just alighted from her carriage when she bumped into Dong Lingyu's carriage. Dong Lingyu was being pushed off the carriage in a wheelchair. After staying at the residence for a few days, the Fourth Prince's residence announced that Dong Lingyu had injured his leg in a horse-riding accident and was now temporarily confined to a wheelchair.

"My brother is really in high spirits today."

Dongling Yu sat in a wheelchair, his face pale and his cheeks slightly sunken. His indigo robe was a bit too big for him. He leaned back in his chair, his head slightly raised, staring straight at Dongting Lan. His gaze was undisguisedly gloomy, and a thick malice was surging within him, about to overflow and engulf the person in front of him.

"Not as good as my elder brother, the Emperor."

Dong Tinglan's gaze inadvertently swept over his legs, she smiled and was about to turn and leave, but she didn't expect that this glance would directly provoke Dong Lingyu.

"Brother! Come and help your elder brother push his wheelchair. These palace servants are clumsy, I don't trust them."

"Alright, but I have no experience. If I accidentally drop you, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Dong Lingyu's face twisted for a moment, and he was about to push away when Dong Tinglan strode up behind him and pushed the wheelchair forward with a sudden force. Dong Lingyu's upper body leaned back violently due to this sudden movement. Before he could react, the wheelchair came to an abrupt stop, and he almost rolled off the wheelchair. In an instant, his already pale face became even more unsightly.

Li Lian frowned and was about to step forward to take the wheelchair, but Zhao Yi stopped him. For a moment, neither of them could gain the upper hand.

"Dong Tinglan!"

Dongling Yu gripped the handrail tightly, turning back to glare at the culprit. Dongting Lan grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pinning him to the spot.

"I've already told you to be more tolerant." He leaned down, whispered in his ear, and said with a smile, "Do you still need me to push you on the road ahead?"

The excruciating pain in his shoulder, as if it were crushing his bones, made Dongling Yu groan. He struggled a few times to no avail, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't bear the thought that Dongting Lan, whom he had once trampled underfoot and made to live like a dog, could now so easily suppress him.

"Dong Tinglan, you can only be proud for a short time. When you were a child, you were my dog. From now on, you can only wag your tail and beg for my mercy." He muttered in a low voice, the malice in his words chilling.

Dong Tinglan straightened up, staring coldly at his neck, then gave the wheelchair a hard push before letting go. The wheelchair rolled forward rapidly from the force, and Li Lian, having brushed aside Zhao Yi's hand, quickly chased after it, finally stopping it just before it overturned over the pebbles.

"Hahahaha, Dong Tinglan, I really thought you didn't care about anything anymore. You're nothing special after all."

Even though he was in a terrible state, Dongling Yu didn't care. On the contrary, he felt extremely happy. Dongting Lan could never get rid of him.

He straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his previous gloom vanished, and had Li Lian push him toward the main hall.