Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Dong Tinglan did not return to his room until Zhao Yi brought him what he needed. He went to the bathroom, pushed open the door, and saw him leaning back against the edge of the bathtub with his eyes closed, his face shrouded in gloom.

Jiang Heng stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. "The water's getting cold."

Dong Tinglan took his hand in return and pressed it down. "Go back and wait for me. I'll come over after I change my clothes."

Jiang Heng leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay."

When they returned to the room, they found only one candle burning, barely enough to see the bed. Dong Tinglan was about to blow it out when Jiang Heng stopped her, saying, "Leave one on, otherwise it'll be too dark."

He didn't mind sleeping with the candle lit. After lying down, he held Jiang Heng in his arms and patted his back as usual to lull him to sleep.

"How about I put you to sleep tonight?"

Jiang Heng lifted her head from his embrace, her tone full of eagerness. Dong Tinglan looked down at her, finding it amusing; who knew who would fall asleep first? But she still cooperated and agreed.

Jiang Heng took the hair ribbon with the glass bead hanging from her pillow and waved it in front of him. "Calm down and don't take your eyes off this bead."

Dong Tinglan thought it was just another little trick he'd learned somewhere. He tried to clear his mind and follow the movement of the beads with his gaze, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he finally couldn't hold on and closed his eyes.

He woke up with an indescribable feeling, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in complete darkness, the feeling of being restrained so obvious.

He struggled, and suddenly heard a tinkling sound in his ears. His memory quickly regressed, and he seemed to have returned to the cold palace of his childhood.

His face suddenly turned deathly pale, his breathing became rapid, and his struggles became more intense and urgent. He thought he was in a nightmare and was desperate to escape and save himself.

Only when the familiar voice reached his ears did he realize it wasn't a dream, but it was even more terrifying than a dream. The familiar scent that had been with him day and night gave him a sense of security, but it still made him feel short of breath, as if he couldn't catch his breath.

"Dong Tinglan, believe me, I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Jiang Heng held down his struggling hands and whispered soothing words in his ear again and again until he calmed down a little.

"Jiang Heng, what are you... doing?"

Dong Tinglan suppressed the tremor in her voice, her disbelief evident. Her previously covered eyes were now wide open, bloodshot, and brimming with heat.

Jiang Heng did not answer.

Dong Tinglan froze, his eyes widening in disbelief over despair. Jiang Heng... he actually... it's too absurd.

For a moment, he forgot his own situation. His breathing was still heavy, but it was no longer because of the pain he had imagined. Instead, it was a different feeling he had never experienced before.

The heat spread across my cheeks, and beads of sweat rolled down my face. Even the air felt hotter in the chilly night.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly. After what appeared to be an eternity, Dong Tinglan lost control. His mind exploded like fireworks, a spectacle more magnificent than any he had ever witnessed, leaving his thoughts blank for a moment.

The handkerchief on his face was pulled off, and he immediately met Jiang Heng's watery eyes. His gaze moved down, paused at the corner of her mouth, and then quickly looked away as if he had been burned.

"Jiang Heng, what are you doing?" The voice was hoarse, yet incredibly alluring. The same question, but the answers sought were quite different.

"Dong Tinglan." Jiang Heng, her face flushed, looked directly into his eyes, her voice slightly hoarse but forceful, "From now on, be my one and only little dog." She waved her hand, "When you see it, it can only think of me."

The sound was familiar, but it no longer frightened me.

Dong Tinglan's gaze was burning hot and aggressive. Jiang Heng noticed that the slight blue in his pupils seemed to have deepened. As if bewitched, he lowered his head to see more clearly.

With a tearing sound, the hairband on her wrist snapped, and the glass beads rolled off. Jiang Heng's mind cleared for a moment, and before she could even feel regret, she had switched places with someone else.

The last thing he remembered was Dong Tinglan whispering in his ear, "I agree."

The next morning, Jiang Heng didn't wake up at her usual time. Dong Tinglan turned to look at the person sleeping soundly, his eyes overflowing with affection. His gaze fell on the pillow; from then on, this was no longer his nightmare, but Jiang Heng's salvation for him.

Remembering the tears in the young prince's eyes last night, he lowered his head and kissed Jiang Heng's forehead. Seeing that he frowned as if his peaceful dream had been disturbed, he quickly got up and stepped back, trying to leave the bed as quietly as possible.

After leaving the bedroom, he went straight to the study. Several books on the bookshelf were moved aside, revealing a hidden compartment behind them.

He carefully placed the gift inside, alongside the box of medicine the young prince had given him, his gaze lingering on both.

After he calmed down, he called Sun He over; he still hadn't figured out what had happened yesterday.

"...That's how it is. I've found out that it was the manager of Meng Guitang who sent people to follow the young master, and the other party is someone from Dongling Yu's sphere of influence."

Sun He reported everything he had found out yesterday. Dong Tinglan immediately understood Jiang Heng's intention. He felt a warmth in his heart, but then he realized that the young master probably wouldn't have the energy to go to the clinic today.

"Today you sneak into that guest room. If anyone comes looking for you, make an excuse to avoid them."

While Dong Tinglan was explaining things to Sun He, Zhao Yi was subtly observing him from the side. His gaze lingered on the red mark around his neck, and he noticed that his master seemed unaffected... no, it shouldn't be said that he wasn't negatively affected. Today, his master was unusually radiant.

After everyone left, Dong Tinglan turned her gaze to Zhao Yi, her tone cold: "You're the one who told Jiang Heng about my affairs."

Zhao Yi abruptly snapped out of his thoughts, not with a question. He knelt on one knee, offering no explanation, "It was I who overstepped my bounds." After a pause, he asked cautiously, "Last night, did Prince Jiang... injure Master?"

Dong Tinglan's thoughts suddenly drifted back to the enchanting moments of last night. He coughed lightly and raised his hand as if by accident, the wide sleeves of which perfectly covered his waist and abdomen.

"It's nothing. Go ahead and get back to work."

Zhao Yi got up in confusion. It's all over now? But it's always good that he wasn't punished. And what's certain is that Prince Jiang must have used some method last night to help his master resolve the knot in his heart that had been there for so many years.

As expected of Prince Jiang, his medical skills are superb.

When Jiang Heng woke up, he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He slowly moved his fingers to feel around outside the blanket, and when he realized that the area had lost its warmth, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned over and felt sore all over, especially in that area. But he could feel that medicine had been applied. He buried himself in the blanket, covering his burning, flushed face, and felt... kind of embarrassed.

The moment Jiang Heng regained consciousness, 886 finally emerged from the dark room. After bouncing around all night, it was now listless.

I'm exhausted, really. Forget about being run over by a car wheel, I didn't even see the exhaust fumes before I was locked up. That damned main system, what kind of lousy program is that? When it gets back to the Quick Transmigration Bureau, I'm definitely going to fight it! What's the difference between depriving the system of its happiness and killing it?! Damn it!

After lying in bed for a while, Jiang Heng finally got out of bed and suddenly remembered that today was Dong Tinglan's first day attending court.

In the solemn court, King Dongli looked at the few ministers who had stepped forward below him, his face somber.

Censor Zeng Xi stared directly at the Prince of Dongli. Over fifty years old, he stood ramrod straight, his eyes sharp and piercing. "Leaving aside the Fourth Prince's brutal killing of horses at the palace gate last night, just consider the mutilated corpses dumped at the prince's gate some time ago. This is beyond absurd; it's downright cruel, tyrannical, and unworthy of the royal family!"

When he got excited, his body trembled slightly, and the officials behind him were afraid that he would faint from anger.

The palace servants guarding outside the hall, hearing the sounds coming from inside, were all sweating for him. They knew he dared to speak, but he was far too bold. Yet, they couldn't help but wonder how the King would handle it now that Lord Zeng had brought the matter into the open.