Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"master."

Zhao Yi looked at him with concern, his gaze falling on the unyielding darkness in his eyes, and he felt a sudden chill. Dong Tinglan watched the person gradually disappear into the distance with an expressionless face, then took a step and followed.

"Host! Dong Tinglan's self-destructive tendencies have increased by 2%!"

Jiang Heng was currently reclining on the soft carpet that Dong Tinglan had prepared for him, laid out according to his preferences. Upon hearing what 886 had said, he abruptly sat up, his previously gentle demeanor instantly turning cold. Judging by the timeline, Dong Tinglan should have only recently entered the palace. Damn it, he should have gone with him.

"Let's see what's going on on his end."

886 immediately transmitted the image to Jiang Heng, who saw the person who had been gently instructing him not long ago now walking along the palace path with a cold face. It wasn't a calm coldness, but a suppressed, forced coldness, with his gaze fixed on the distance ahead. He asked 886 to zoom out, and not far ahead, he saw Dongling Yu's smug figure.

"It really was that bastard."

Jiang Heng stared at Dongling Yu in the image, her gaze seemingly burning a hole in his face. He stood up, ordered a carriage to be prepared, and went back inside to change his clothes. When he came out again, he was no longer wearing fine brocade robes, but a plain robe, and his appearance had changed to that of an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Sun He and Lu Qian looked at his attire, puzzled. What was he up to?

"I need to go out for a bit. You all pack your things and come with me."

After the two finished getting ready, they prepared an ordinary carriage as Jiang Heng had instructed. They entered through the back door, drove along a secluded path, and finally stopped near a clinic. He told Lu Qian and Sun He to wait for him there, and then stepped into the clinic alone.

This is Mengguitang, the largest medical clinic in the capital. At its busiest, it's packed with patients, most of whom come specifically to see Dr. Xu Yinliang. Jiang Heng entered the clinic, remaining silent and standing to the side with her arms crossed, watching the doctor examine patients.

The old doctor glanced at him suspiciously, but seeing that the man didn't intend to cut in line or disturb anyone else, he let him go.

But just as he was writing down the prescription for the tenth person, he was interrupted by the strange man.

“Sir, your prescription can only relieve this person’s symptoms. Once drug resistance develops, it will only become more difficult to treat.”

The old doctor wasn't angry when questioned. He said, "His illness can't be cured. The best method we've found is to alleviate it to some extent."

Jiang Heng made a few marks on the prescription he wrote, "These ingredients, replace with Dendrobium, Achyranthes bidentata, 6 qian each, and Paeonia lactiflora, 3 qian. What do you think, sir?"

The old doctor frowned and pondered as he looked at the prescription on the table. The patients in line behind him noticed the queue had stopped and curiously peered over. Then they heard a message from the front that someone was questioning Old Xu's prescription.

"Old Xu is the most skilled doctor in Mengguitang. You might not find anyone more skilled than him in the entire Dongli. How dare anyone question his medical skills?"

The burly man who was receiving treatment frowned and looked at Jiang Heng with displeasure. "Do you know who Old Master Xu is? How dare you spout such nonsense here."

Jiang Heng remained silent, only looking at Xu Yinliang, waiting for his reply. Not long after, Xu Yinliang seemed to have a sudden realization, and laughed loudly, "Good, good, good! Although this prescription is bold, it directly targets the ailment. It is my skill that is inferior to yours."

Everyone was shocked. Could there really be someone who could compare to Doctor Xu?

"May I ask your name?" Xu Yinliang patted his shoulder with a look of satisfaction, indicating that he wanted to become close friends with him.

"This junior is Lan Heng."

After a brief conversation, Xu Yinliang discovered that the man was particularly skilled at treating leg ailments. He also learned that the man had been robbed of his travel money and wanted to stay at the clinic to earn some cash. Without hesitation, Xu had tables and chairs brought over and placed next to him, and told those seeking treatment for lower limb ailments to form a separate queue. The man, who had come from afar seeking his expertise, naturally refused.

Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, Xu Yinliang spoke up in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, this Dr. Lan is quite knowledgeable about lower limb diseases. If he can't do anything, I'm afraid I'm also helpless. I dare to vouch for him with my own reputation."

These words caused an uproar in the room, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man next to Old Xu. Out of trust in him, a few people still walked up to the chair in front of Jiang Heng and sat down.

Jiang Heng didn't care how many people were there; at least he had achieved his goal for the day.

This matter even alarmed the manager behind Meng Guitang. He pondered for a moment, gave a few instructions to his subordinates, and waited in the back room for this matter to end.

Inside the palace, because it was Dong Tinglan's welcoming banquet, the King of Dongli arranged for him to sit first in the seat below him, followed by Dong Jingming and Dong Lingyu.

Dong Jingming looked meaningfully at the people sitting on either side of him. He had already been told about the conflict at the palace gate. His two younger brothers were quite interesting, especially the fifth brother, who had managed to make Dongling Yu suffer a setback. How amusing.

"Today's banquet is for my son Tinglan." On the dragon throne, the King of Dongli raised his cup to Dong Tinglan, "Father toasts you, for your righteousness, and for your hardships."

The ministers also stood up, raised their cups, and bowed deeply to Dong Tinglan, saying, "Fifth Prince, you are truly righteous." Dong Tinglan rose, raised his cup, and looked at the King of Dongli, saying, "Everything is for Dongli." Then...

He gestured to his ministers one by one, then tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Excellent! As expected of my son! Summon him!"

The chief eunuch behind King Dongli stepped forward to read the imperial edict aloud, but Dong Tinglan didn't pay much attention to its contents. It was nothing more than rewards; he wondered if the young prince would like anything.

“Father! Your son has also prepared a gift for your younger brother.”

Just as Dong Tinglan received the decree and returned to her seat, Dong Lingyu suddenly spoke. Dong Tinglan turned to look at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Oh? How thoughtful! What is it?"

“It was a toy that my younger brother often had before he left the palace. However, I specially ordered someone to make a gold one for him to play with in the future.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Jingming felt a dangerous aura coming from his right side, like a ferocious beast being unleashed, ready to tear apart and devour its natural enemy.

He was startled and glanced at Dong Tinglan, only to be intimidated by his imposing manner. He wondered what Dong Lingyu had done to offend him.

Dongling Yu seemed oblivious to the chilling atmosphere. He had Li Lian retrieve a box from a hidden compartment at the bottom of his wheelchair, then looked at Dongli Wang with a grin, saying, "This is a secret between my brother and me, so we won't let Father Emperor know."

"You little rascal," King Dongli said with a smile, pointing at him from afar, his face full of helplessness.

Everyone laughed along. Dong Jingming forced a smile, always like this, as if Dong Lingyu was the only son he knew.

Li Lian had already bowed and handed the box to Dong Tinglan, making it clear that he wouldn't get up unless Dong Tinglan took it. Zhao Yi stood behind, glaring at Dong Lingyu, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, wishing he could rush up and beat him to death.

Dong Tinglan clenched her teeth, her jawline sharp and taut. Her right hand, hidden under the table, gripped her palm tightly until her smooth nails pierced her skin and blood seeped out, before she could barely stop trembling.

He raised his left hand and took the box, which made a clanging sound as the chains clattered because it was tilted.

In an instant, the suffocating feeling from his memory returned. The deserted, desolate palace, his neck tightly bound, the sound of the chains being pulled, his body dragged on the ground, the wounds that would never heal, the nauseating stench of blood mixed with the smell of spoiled food, and the endless pain all made him feel as if he were in hell.