Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

When they returned to the Marquis's residence, the Marquis and his wife also returned home from the palace. They were both relieved to see that Jiang Heng had returned unharmed.

When they were in the palace, the two learned that he had left the palace alone with the hostage from Dongli, and they were afraid that something might happen to him while he was away without anyone to take care of him.

Now that he's back safe and sound, and seems to be in no trouble, I'm much relieved. But there are still some things I need to clarify.

Jiang Lihai cleared his throat and asked cautiously, "Xiao Bao, how did your time with the hostage from Dongli go today?"

Although I know from the original owner's memories that the Jiang couple always called the original owner Xiaobao, I still felt a little embarrassed and ashamed to hear it.

"That's great. We've even made plans to go boating on the lake together tomorrow." This time it's a lake trip, next time it's shopping, the time after that it's a spring outing, and the time after that it's holding hands—perfect.

"Oh? Is it you from the Proton Pact?"

Jiang Heng immediately understood her father's meaning. Dong Tinglan's status in Qilan was already somewhat awkward, and it was not appropriate for him to associate with officials and their families. If he took the initiative to approach Jiang Heng, then his purpose was worth investigating.

“I did want to, but when I suggested going to the palace to visit him, he said it was inconvenient. He also made excuses when I asked him to come out. Later, I threatened him that if he didn’t agree, I would complain to the emperor. Only then did he agree to go boating on the lake with me.”

Hearing that Dong Tinglan hadn't deliberately approached him, Marquis Zhongyong was relieved, but then he heard that the other party had rejected his little treasure. How could he tolerate that?

"Why does Xiaobao want to play with him? If he refuses, we can find someone else. Or, Dad can host a banquet at home another day and invite all the well-behaved young men of your age from respectable families."

"None of them are as good-looking as Dong Tinglan, they don't suit my taste."

Jiang Heng wasn't exaggerating. The original owner had heard some rumors about Dong Tinglan before.

Four years ago, when Dong Tinglan first arrived in Qilan, his appearance caused a sensation throughout the city. Whenever he left the palace, people couldn't help but stare at him. Now that he has been in Qilan for four years, the people of the capital are familiar with his appearance and no longer stare at him like they used to.

Marquis Zhongyong: "..." It's really hard to refute what Xiaobao said.

In the end, the Marquis of Zhongyong had no choice but to let him go, though he had to send more people to accompany and protect him.

When she lay in bed that evening, it was finally time that belonged entirely to Jiang Heng and System 886.

Jiang Heng lay sprawled in the soft blankets, looking inward at his partner.

Since returning to the Marquis's residence, the little system has remained silent. A fluffy white ball is lying in the space, holding a book and reading. Its little feet, buried in the fluff, occasionally twitch, looking extremely leisurely.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Heng stared at its round body, feeling a little like petting it.

"The Arrogant Prince Runs Away with the Baby" is one of my treasured collections from when I was doing missions in my old department. Hehe, it's super exciting.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

"Wait! I'll activate visual sharing for you right away!"

Then Jiang Heng was so shocked by the indescribable sight before him that his pupils dilated. What kind of system reads erotic novels in its host's mind?! Waaaaah, his mind is no longer pure! But it was indeed stimulating, so he took a couple more glances.

Afterwards, occasional giggles could be heard coming from Jiang Heng's room. The servant on night watch remarked, "It's kind of creepy, hehe." The servant quickly covered his mouth, realizing he'd been brainwashed by the young master's laughter.

The moon rises above the willow branches, and all is quiet. In a secluded corner of the imperial palace, in a side hall of Chunhua Palace, faint candlelight shines through the window screen, casting shadows that sway gently with the flickering candlelight.

Inside the hall, Dong Tinglan leaned against the couch, one hand supporting his forehead, the other hanging limply beside the couch, his face somber. In the quiet space, the sound of dripping liquid falling into a container could be heard.

Before long, a strong smell of blood wafted over, and Zhao Yi, who was standing guard nearby, felt as if he were about to be enveloped by the thick blood, and a suffocating feeling came over him.

"Master, the Heart-Eating Gu is finally complete!"

"Hmm." A barely audible voice came from the couch. Dong Tinglan sat up, took the handkerchief Zhao Yi handed him, casually wiped the wound on his wrist a couple of times, and then put it aside.

He picked up the Gu jar on the table and examined the Gu worm that had been fed with his blood for half a year. Day after day, it sucked blood, and the originally black Gu worm had turned into a strange dark red. The small worm was now full of blood and lying contentedly at the bottom of the jar.

Dong Tinglan lured out the Gu worm, a hint of disgust flashing across her face, but she still placed it on her wrist wound without hesitation. The Gu worm, which had been drowsy, smelled the scent of its master's blood and immediately crawled excitedly towards the scent, eventually burrowing into Dong Tinglan's body through the wound.

A painful groan escaped his lips. Feeling the Gu worms crawling inside his body, Dong Tinglan clenched his fist tightly on the table. He endured the nausea, watching with a masochistic gaze as a lump occasionally bulged on his arm, eventually disappearing into his chest.

Once Dong Tinglan had calmed down, his face was deathly pale, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his eyebrows and eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

"Master, is this Heart-Eating Gu really effective?" Zhao Yi's hand trembled slightly as he looked down, his eyes filled with worry.

At this moment, Dong Tinglan's eyes were bloodshot, revealing a madness that wanted to destroy everything, and his voice was hoarse, "Let's take a gamble. If I win, it's because I'm not destined to die. If I lose, I'll just lose my worthless life."

"master!"

Zhao Yi wanted to say something more, but he saw Dong Tinglan slightly raise his left hand and wave it to the outside. He could only shut up, bow and retreat. When he reached the door, he was called back again.

"Master, do you have any further instructions?"

But no sound came from the hall. After a moment, Zhao Yi seemed to hear a sigh. Then, Dong Tinglan’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of helplessness that was hard to detect, “Go and investigate Jiang Mo of the Marquis of Zhongyong’s mansion.”

The young prince is simple-minded by nature and probably doesn't realize that Jiang Mo has ill intentions towards him. Considering the food available today, it's not unreasonable for him to help out a little within his ability.

"Yes."

After confirming that his master had no other instructions, Zhao Yi was stopped again as he stepped out of the palace. What was wrong with his master today? But he dared not complain.

"From now on... remember to wash your hands after using the toilet."

Thinking his master was about to give him some important instructions, Zhao Yi asked in confusion, "???"

He was confused and shocked, and wanted to explain, but when he saw that Dong Tinglan had closed her eyes in exhaustion, he choked up and could only leave.

Standing outside the door, he was completely baffled. Had he really forgotten to wash his hands today and offended his master with the smell? Impossible!

He raised his hands and sniffed them hard. They didn't smell good, but they didn't smell bad either! Was there some deeper meaning in those words that he hadn't figured out?

As a result, Zhao Yi couldn't sleep at all that night, tossing and turning, racking his brains to figure out the meaning of those words.

In Dong Tinglan's eyes, the innocent young prince was sitting cross-legged on the bed, rubbing a pillow in his arms, his little face flushed.

"How could the Crown Prince forgive the General so easily! Isn't this a classic case of 'chasing after one's wife'? Why didn't he arrange one? How could they reconcile so easily?!"

"Not just once, but all night." Our system is very rigorous.

Jiang Heng: "Is that the point?!"

886 rolled over, pressing its treasured possession beneath it, and lazily said, "Hmm, just tell me if it looks good or not, isn't it exciting?"

Jiang Heng said, "It's really quite good. Do you have any that aren't so explicit? Give me one."

"What do I mean by not being too explicit? My collection includes descriptions of everything below the neck."

"It's an ancient Chinese novel, 1v1, both characters' first love. Don't start too intensely; it should be gradual, but all the essential elements should be included."

System 886 immediately perked up, "Got it! It's just about putting you in the villain's shoes! Let me find it for you!"

886 pulled out several books that met Jiang Heng's requirements, using up its accumulated points to send one of them out of its consciousness space. Jiang Heng was startled for a moment when the book landed on the bed.

"886, you can even teleport in physical form? Can you come out of my consciousness space?" The child really wanted to be petted!

"It's possible to go out, but I don't have enough points right now." I've used most of my points to hoard books. Tong really loves reading, hehe.

"Oh, you'll need points to bring me the book, right? I'll transfer some to you first!" Without waiting for 886's reply, Jiang Heng handed over two thousand points.

Although he had earned some points in other mission worlds before, he was in the story maintenance team then, and they were all minor characters. They would push the story forward at crucial moments to ensure it progressed normally, and they didn't earn many points for completing the missions. These two thousand points were already most of his savings.

"Host, you're too good to me!"

886 could see Jiang Heng's information panel. Seeing that Jiang Heng had fewer points than it, yet had transferred two-thirds of his points to it, the system was deeply moved, but also felt sorry for its new host, who had never seen a host with fewer points than the system. But it wouldn't say it; that would be too hurtful.

After praising the other person to the skies, Jiang Heng picked up the book on the bed, flipped through it carefully, and occasionally folded a corner of a page to make a mark.

By the end, the blush on Jiang Heng's face deepened, and even the corners of her eyes were tinged with a rich rouge color, but unfortunately, no one could see this side of her.