Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Everyone guarding inside and outside the house heard the scream of pain, and their hair stood on end. What kind of pain could produce such a sound, especially since the medicinal bath hadn't even lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Ever since that shout, Dongling Yu's cries of pain could be heard from inside the room from time to time. Jiang Heng couldn't help but tap her fingers lightly on her legs to accompany the sound, and the resentment she felt from waking up early finally dissipated.

Finally, Dongling Yu, hoarse and exhausted, fainted. His body slid down, but two eunuchs caught him and secured him to the edge of the bathtub. Doctor Lan had said they couldn't give up halfway. But even unconscious, he still twitched in pain from time to time.

Dongling Yu was awakened by a tingling, itchy sensation that seemed to seep into his very bones in his calves.

Calf muscles!

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar bed curtains. He tried to sit up to take a look, but the eunuch held him down.

"Your Highness, you must not move around now. Doctor Lan is giving you acupuncture."

It wasn't his imagination; he really felt a slight sensation in his calf, like a feather brushing against him, a tingling itch that traveled all the way to his knee. Even though the sensation was very subtle, it still filled him with ecstasy.

He wanted to ask a question, but he was afraid of disturbing Lan Heng, so he could only restrain himself.

Old Xu stood beside Jiang Heng, carefully observing his acupuncture techniques and acupoints. At first, he could follow his train of thought, but later, seeing the dense cluster of gold needles on Dongling Yu's calf, with only the ends visible, he felt his eyesight was failing and he could no longer see where the next needle would be inserted.

He rubbed his eyes and decided to give up. He couldn't learn anything anyway. His master had said that some things, if you can't learn them, you shouldn't force yourself to, or you'll just look like a fool. Old Xu suddenly felt his eyes welling up with tears.

Xu Lao, who was temporarily in a state of self-isolation, had no idea that Jiang Heng had already placed the needles and was now playing with them, pricking people in time with the "whoosh" of 886, just to appease her own system.

Having had his fill, 886 scattered the fine needles in his hand, and the blue data stream flowed back into the void. "Fun, I'll play again next time."

"Okay, okay, I'll play with you again next time." Jiang Heng's lips twitched, and she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Heng gently removed the few needles that were effective. He then tried to persuade Old Xu to do the rest, since it would be too tiring for him to remove all of them himself.

“Master Xu, I noticed you seemed quite interested in this acupuncture technique. Why don’t you remove the rest? That way you can see exactly where I placed the needles.”

"Very good, very good!"

Old Xu thought he was ready again, so he quickly stepped forward to study him carefully. Jiang Heng quickly slipped to the side and collapsed, finally able to rest. Taking care of a child was too exhausting.

After Old Xu removed all the gold needles, he felt as if everything before his eyes was golden; he was truly seeing things. As he straightened up, there was a cracking sound as his bones broke. He pounded his back; this poison was indeed beyond his ability to cure, and it had been too much of a torment for the old man.

"Lan Heng, I can feel my leg again."

Dongling Yu was helped to sit up by the eunuch, and looked at the person slumped to the side, almost asleep. It seemed that curing this poison was indeed exhausting... Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw Old Xu, who looked even more exhausted than Lan Heng...

"That's good. But it won't last long, so don't worry. Today's process will continue for six days."

Upon hearing that he would have to endure the pain six more times today, Dongling Yu tensed up, and his hands trembled involuntarily. Jiang Heng pretended not to notice and added, "Moreover, the pain increases each day; the more painful it is, the more effective it is."

Dongling Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile, but his face was stiff and even looked somewhat distorted. He managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Alright, I understand."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Heng felt that he wouldn't need to get up early tomorrow and could sleep in.

This morning at the imperial court, Dong Jingming presented his ideas from yesterday, which were indeed praised by the King of Dongli. Even Zeng Xi, who is usually sharp-tongued, couldn't help but say a few good words.

After court, on his way back to the manor, he passed by newly planted crabapple trees, their delicate fragrance wafting through the air. Dong Tinglan raised his hand and touched a petal trembling in the wind; the petal shook even more violently. It was ultimately no match for the young prince.

"Master, Mo Wu is back."

When Dong Tinglan entered the study, Mo Wu had already been waiting inside for a while, and was now idly flipping through the storybooks on the table.

"When did you start reading these kinds of books?" Heaven knows how shocked Mo Wu was when he saw a stack of storybooks on Dong Tinglan's table.

“Jiang Heng’s.” Dong Tinglan’s gaze lingered on Mo Wu’s hand for a moment, his fingers twitched a couple of times, then he looked away and sat down to the side.

Why haven't I seen him?

"He insists on going to Dongling Yu to avenge me, and he probably won't be back for another seven days." Dong Tinglan picked up his teacup and took a sip, covering the smile on his lips, but Mo Wu could still hear the smugness in his tone, the familiar taste.

"The young master is too good to his only friend," Mo Wu casually remarked, seeing his happiness.

"Not a friend, but the only one in my life."

Mo Wu was so startled by his words that he jumped up and almost overturned the table.

"What is this life? What is the only one? Is it what I imagine?"

Seeing his expression, Mo Wu was certain that it was just as he had thought. He wondered why this guy in Qi Lan insisted on helping Jiang Heng himself. Someone like Jiang Heng, did he even need to help her? Only Dong Tinglan would think Jiang Heng needed protection. Mo Wu suddenly remembered that Jiang Heng seemed to be under twenty years old, and looked at the person sitting in the chair with disdain.

Seeing Mo Wu's gaze, Dong Tinglan didn't care. She remained relaxed, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, tapping lightly, exuding an air of utter infuriation.

"It's time to close the net."

Just as Mo Wu was about to start cursing, he changed the subject.

Understanding the meaning behind his words, Mo Wu clenched the storybook in his hand, his eyes reddening. "Four years have passed, and finally I can avenge everyone."

Dong Tinglan patted his shoulder to comfort him, "There's still a lot to do, we absolutely cannot afford to fail."

The two chatted in the study for nearly two hours before Mo Wu went back to rest. He had traveled all the way from Qilan to Liangchu, and after finishing his business, he rushed back to Dongli without stopping. Even his robust body was starting to feel the strain.

After confirming that everyone had left, Dong Tinglan put away the storybook on the table and hid it in a secret compartment. She had been careless.

In the days that followed, the atmosphere at the Fifth Prince's residence was solemn. Everyone was on edge, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be aimed and killed in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, Dongling Yu had lost a significant amount of weight in just six days, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. In the past few days, his calves, which he occasionally felt, had gradually become bendable. Lan Heng said he would be able to stand up again today.

Li Lian, who had been suddenly dispatched earlier, returned to the Prince's residence today. As soon as he entered the main courtyard, he heard from the eunuch that the Fourth Prince was finally able to stand up. He was overjoyed, but when the eunuch went in to report for him, his face darkened.

A few days ago, Dongling Yu deliberately sent Li Lian away and ordered someone to investigate him thoroughly, only to find that he had no problems. Dongling Yu was happy to hear this result; Li Lian was still the most reliable. Hearing from the eunuch that he had returned, he let the eunuch into the room.

Jiang Heng was administering acupuncture to him at this moment. Now, the bruises on Dongling Yu's legs had basically gathered at his knees. 886 looked at the two gradually forming lumps of poop and rolled around happily in his consciousness space, his fluffy fur trembling.

Jiang Heng felt his head buzzing from the noise, and he almost missed the mark when inserting the needle. He had no choice but to silently block his communication with 886.

Li Lian strode into the room and walked to the bedside. He bowed to Dongling Yu and glanced at Jiang Heng, who was giving Dongling Yu acupuncture. His eyes narrowed and a murderous intent flashed in them.

Jiang Heng felt a chill run down his spine. He paused in his movements, but then continued as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Why would Li Lian, Dongling Yu's right-hand man, want to kill me? Could it be that he discovered something wrong with my identity? No, that's not right. If he had discovered something, he should have already swung his knife at me when I entered the room.

That is... he didn't want to give Dongling Yu acupuncture; he didn't want the other party to recover!

Alright, you all have your own agendas, huh? How interesting. But whoever doesn't want Dongling Yu to have an easy time is his half-brother.