Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Meanwhile, Dong Tinglan and Dong Jingming, along with Wu Liang, the Minister of War, had already arrived at the hunting grounds on horseback.

The three of them circled the outer perimeter until they were almost at the inner perimeter. Dong Jingming then spoke up: "Lord Wu, what do you think is the best way to prevent those who participated in the hunt from trespassing into the inner perimeter again?"

Dong Tinglan didn't participate in their discussion and rode his horse a little further away. Dong Jingming assumed it was his first time there and he was just curious, so he didn't pay much attention. He casually told him to be careful and then continued his discussion with Wu Liang.

Dong Tinglan gazed at the lush bushes in the distance, their branches drooping so low they almost blocked his view, then carefully examined the hoofprints behind him, which became clearer as he approached the inner perimeter. He only rode back to their side when Dong Jingming called him.

"What does Fourth Brother want with me?"

"That's right. I discussed it with Lord Wu and we think we can open up part of the inner area, which can satisfy everyone's desire for excitement while also ensuring safety to a certain extent."

"What if someone still dares to venture deeper? Or what if something still happens even if they don't go that deep? Does that mean the Ministry of War will be held fully responsible this time?"

Wu Liang imagined the consequences and broke out in a cold sweat. He knew what it would mean to be fully responsible.

"Well, maybe we should reconsider."

"Fourth Brother, Lord Wu, I don't understand. Why is it that when they insisted on entering the inner perimeter, we, Dongli, are responsible for what happened? Since they dared to enter, they should be responsible for their own lives."

Upon hearing this, something flashed through Dong Jingming's mind: take responsibility for yourself... take responsibility for yourself...

"I've got it!" Dong Jingming's eyes gleamed with excitement. "As usual, the inner perimeter will not be open this year. But if anyone wants to go in, let them in, but they must first sign an agreement that Dongli will not be responsible for any accidents that may occur."

"Excellent! Liang Chu and Qi Lan, those proud and arrogant people, will definitely not refuse. Your Highness's method is superb!"

"Alright, I will petition the Emperor tomorrow at court. If the Emperor agrees, then you can begin designing the defenses, Lord Wu."

But Dong Jingming was certain that the King of Dongli would agree, after all, if the events of four years ago were to happen again, how could Dongli save face?

Wu Liang shared the same idea; there was no need to wait until tomorrow, he could begin studying the defense strategy today. Everyone was delighted.

The next morning, Jiang Heng was woken up by noise through the door before he was fully awake. He kicked the blanket twice and sat up with a dark face.

886 was startled by the resentment emanating from him. The book was right; the resentment of early risers was heavier than that of ghosts. How frightening! Luckily, none of them had this problem.

Jiang Heng, with a gloomy face, suddenly opened the door and stared at Lin An without saying a word, making Lin An feel uneasy.

"Doctor Lan, His Highness requests your presence." Lin An avoided his gaze, carried the water into the house, and continued to wait by the door.

"Wait."

Jiang Heng said coldly, slammed the door shut, and went inside to wash up. Lin An was hit in the face by the gust of wind from the slamming door, his expression twisting for a moment, but thinking that if this person really cured His Highness, his status would definitely rise a big step, he couldn't afford to offend her, so he had no choice but to endure it.

After washing up, Jiang Heng quickly tied her hair up, leaving 886 dumbfounded. What? She was just pretending she couldn't tie her hair? Well, so this is how she plays, huh? No wonder she's its host.

Meanwhile, at the Fifth Prince's residence, Dong Tinglan was having his meal when Zhao Yi noticed him suddenly throw his spoon back into his bowl, his face darkening. What's wrong? Has the young master lost his appetite after only one day away from Prince Jiang?

Who would have thought that he suddenly remembered the young prince didn't know how to tie his hair, and that he would have to rely on someone else to do it for the next few days? What a miscalculation.

"Master, do you think if the young master stays with Dongling Yu for another two days, he might empty his treasury?"

Zhao Yi felt a sense of satisfaction upon hearing this. Dong Tinglan instructed his men to promptly report the movements of the Fourth Prince's residence; they had learned yesterday afternoon that they were purchasing medicinal herbs there.

Upon inquiring, wow, the expenses for just one afternoon were almost equivalent to half a year's worth of the manor's expenses. I have no idea how Prince Jiang managed to fool them.

Upon hearing his words, Dong Tinglan chuckled. The young master had plenty of tricks up his sleeve; he was sure to give Dongling Yu a run for his money.

When the door reopened, Jiang Heng's morning grumpiness had subsided somewhat, at least she wouldn't be able to resist giving Dongling Yu a hard time later.

"Is everything I need ready?"

"Already prepared."

When they arrived at the main courtyard, Dongling Yu was already sitting on the bed. He noticed the dark circles under Dongling Yu's eyes and realized that Dongling Yu probably hadn't slept all night. No wonder he was disturbing people's sleep so early in the morning.

Jiang Heng walked to the prepared medicinal herbs and sorted them out. There were at least a thousand combinations of these herbs, and how to combine them to determine whether they were poison or medicine was entirely up to Jiang Heng.

He casually picked out two sets, pointed at them, and said to the eunuch standing by, "Boil the left one over a high flame, then turn to a low flame. Soak the right one for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and once it has fully expanded, boil it for a medicinal bath."

"Your Highness, the medicine will take a while to brew. May I have a meal first? I will be giving you acupuncture later, and I am so hungry that I am losing my accuracy."

Since Jiang Heng had said so, how could Dongling Yu dare to refuse? Afterwards, Jiang Heng asked for some fruit, citing that acupuncture was extremely energy-consuming. By the time Elder Xu arrived, he was already feeling drowsy.

Waking up early is already annoying, but now that I'm sleepy and can't sleep, it's even more annoying.

"Host, don't be angry. We'll stab him hard to vent our anger later." 886 conjured a fine needle with data stream in his hand in the consciousness space, frowned, and waved his short hand in the void with great momentum.

Jiang Heng glanced at the book in the corner, "Explosive Start, I Actually Transmigrated into Rong Momo," which showed obvious signs of being flipped through, and sighed silently. To be honest, 886 was really good at learning, and he learned everything.

After the medicinal soup was decocted, Jiang Heng had Dongling Yu drink it. Two hours later, the medicine took effect, and he began to soak in the medicinal bath.

"Your Highness, you will feel pain all over your body when you take the medicinal bath, and the pain will become more and more obvious. You must endure it. Once you start the medicinal bath, you must not stop until you have soaked for a full hour. If you give up halfway, you will have to start all over again."

After Dongling Yu drank the medicine and entered the bathtub, even though he had prepared himself mentally, he still turned pale from the pain as time went on.

Aside from his calves, the area where the medicine initially touched felt like ants were crawling on it, with a tingling, itchy sensation. Before he could even think that Lan Heng was making a mountain out of a molehill, exaggerating the pain from two points to ten, he was startled by the fine, dense pain that seemed to gnaw at his flesh and burrow into his bones.

It hurt, it hurt so much. The punctate pains merged into patches, covering his entire body, as if they were trying to separate his bones and flesh.

Jiang Heng sat back in her chair with a straight face and her eyes closed, looking as if she was thinking about something, but she was actually dozing off.

Suddenly a scream reached his ears, and he abruptly opened his eyes and sat up straight, his gaze blank. When he realized the situation, he secretly rolled his eyes, thinking, "This is nothing."