Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

When Jiang Heng returned to the mansion, she was met with a meaningful glance from Dong Tinglan as soon as she entered the house, which was tinged with resentment.

886 found it hilarious; what a resentful husband, all alone in his empty room.

Dong Tinglan's expression darkened when he saw him chuckle inexplicably. Jiang Heng quickly rushed over, cupped his face, and began to rub it vigorously. "Why the long face? Did you think I wasn't coming back?"

Dong Tinglan let him rub his face, his eyelashes lowered, neither speaking nor resisting. When he was released, his face was red from being rubbed, and he even looked somewhat pitiful. Jiang Heng was extremely amused; this was the first time he had ever seen the other person with such an expression, clearly pitiful, yet still pretending to be stubborn.

But based on 886's extensive reading experience, something's fishy, ​​definitely fishy. 886 decided to lie down peacefully; it'll definitely be going to the dark room again tonight.

Jiang Heng gently brushed his eyelashes with her fingertips, then lightly kissed his face. When her lips lingered on his earlobe, she clearly felt him tremble, and a beautiful blush rose from the tips of his ears.

Moisture fell onto her earlobe, and Jiang Heng's smiling whisper rang in her ear, like a bewitching fairy from a storybook, "How about I be the puppy this time?"

Dong Tinglan's eyes instantly turned fervent. He had thought he could get some benefits out of her, but he never expected such a big surprise.

This is the Nth time 886 has emerged from the "little dark room." Its tone is weary: "Sometimes reading too much isn't good either. Now it's truly an instant-understanding system." (Note: I absolutely love it!)

When Dong Tinglan heard that he was going to resettle a group of people, he thought about it and personally led people to make the arrangements without asking who the people were.

Upon seeing Qi Yan and his group, he guessed without needing to say more. These people were highly trained; even though they had tried to disguise themselves, their unintentional movements still revealed that they were not ordinary people.

Dong Tinglan sighed inwardly; the young prince trusted him too much.

With five days to go before the Spring Hunt, Liang Chu and Qi Lan's teams arrived in the capital one after another in the past two days. Jiang Shi began to stay at home to avoid running into them.

Today, a banquet was held in the palace. Jiang Heng and Mo Wu changed their appearances and mingled in with Dong Tinglan.

Zhao Yi: Ever since Prince Jiang became attached to our master, I've had fewer and fewer opportunities to be by his side...

Once everyone was seated, Jiang Heng saw that her father was sitting at the very front of Qi Lan's group, with the Sixth Prince Li Yuhong sitting below him.

After Mo Wu explained it to him, he realized that his father had come as the leader of Qi Lan, and during the Spring Hunt, everyone in Qi Lan would be under his jurisdiction.

He then looked towards Liang Chu's direction. The leader was a man in his early forties, dressed in a dark brocade robe with gold trim, exuding an imposing aura that seemed even more powerful than that of the King of Dongli. He just looked somewhat familiar.

Perhaps Jiang Heng had been observing him for too long, for the man noticed and turned his head to look in their direction. However, his gaze wasn't fixed on Jiang Heng, but rather on Dong Tinglan. He only glanced at her before looking away, as if it were a casual gesture.

Jiang Heng leaned closer to Mo Wu and whispered, "Who is the leader of Liang Chu?"

Mo Wu glanced at Dong Tinglan and saw that he didn't react, as if he hadn't heard Jiang Heng's question, or perhaps he had heard it but didn't care.

"Regent Prince Qingyan."

Jiang Heng understood and remained silent, dutifully playing the role of a guard.

But today's palace banquet is clearly extraordinary.

"Ladies and gentlemen! This year's spring hunt has a few more requirements than in previous years, but this is to add some fun and also to ensure your safety."

After several rounds of drinks, King Dongli suddenly dropped a bombshell, causing an uproar.

"This is so sudden!"

"Why should the rules be changed suddenly?"

Dong Jingming stood up from his seat and looked at Liang Chu and Qi Lan with a cold and stern expression.

"If you don't want to participate, you can still withdraw now. Just consider it as a trip to Dongli."

These words naturally drew dissatisfaction from some, but before they could even voice their opinions, they were intimidated by the look Qing Yan gave them. The man, still unconvinced, sat back down and remained silent.

If they misbehave and cause trouble on this trip, not only will they be in deep trouble when they return to their own countries, but their families will also be in serious trouble.

Jiang Heng suddenly sensed that Mo Wu had momentarily unleashed an extremely strong killing intent, which was then quickly contained; it was so fast that Jiang Heng almost thought it was an illusion. He glanced at the arrogant blue-clad man opposite him; judging from his position, he was of considerable status among the group.

"So what are the new rules?"

Qing Yan spoke coldly. His throat seemed to have been injured, and his voice was hoarse and somewhat eerie, but it didn't seem out of place with his imposing aura.

Dong Jingming looked up at King Dongli, who nodded, and then he explained the rules that had been set up earlier.

Everyone agreed on the previous points, until Dong Jingming mentioned, "If you want to enter the inner circle, you must voluntarily sign a life-or-death waiver. If you forcibly break in, your life or death will be irrelevant, and Dongli will not be responsible."

Qing Yan and Jiang Lihai both frowned upon hearing this request; there was so much that could be manipulated in this situation.

"What if someone uses this death certificate to commit wicked deeds?"

After all, the participants are elites from various countries, and if someone deliberately targets them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"If you're afraid, don't sign or go; if you want to go, don't be a coward."

Dongling Yu leaned back, one leg bent, and spoke lazily, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Who are you calling a coward! I'll sign!"

"I'll sign too!"

For a time, shouts and clamor rose and fell in the hall.

"Shut up!"

Qing Yan and Jiang Lihai simultaneously shouted in rebuke. "Nonsense! Wasn't what happened four years ago enough of a lesson for them? Back then, they took advantage of the situation to wipe out a group of Dongli's elite troops. If something happens again this time, they'll only suffer in silence. It's not worth it at all."

Seeing this, King Dongli smiled indifferently, "Youthful vigor is a good thing, but you still need to think about the consequences of your actions. Whether or not to sign the waiver is up to you." After saying that, he turned to Dong Jingming, "Jingming, continue."

"The winner of this competition will still receive tribute from the other two countries for two to four years. In addition, Dongli will cede a city as a prize."

Even Jiang Lihai, whose emotions had remained relatively calm, was surprised.

"Wow, they're going all out. Has King Dongli finally gone mad?"

Jiang Heng and 886 were having a great time gossiping together. "I don't know if they're crazy or not, but they're definitely playing big games."

Mo Wu let out a cold laugh from the side, and Jiang Heng and 886 simultaneously caught a whiff of something juicy. They shuffled their feet, trying to get a little closer, but were stopped by resistance coming from their thighs.

I don't know if Dong Tinglan has eyes in the back of his head, but he managed to grab Mo Wu's leg with such precision. It's just that... this position looks uncomfortable. Doesn't he worry about getting a cramp in his arm?

For the sake of her prince's arm, Jiang Heng used the force from her leg to move back to her original position.

As soon as I stood still, I heard 886's strange voice in my head, "Oh my, whose jealousy has been spilled?"

Jiang Heng closed her eyes. Well, she had learned something new again.

"Come here."

Dong Tinglan waved behind him, and Jiang Heng immediately bowed. "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

He put on a convincing act; if he didn't always whisper behind his back, he would just be a dutiful bodyguard.

"The city used as a prize is just a small border town, and it has already been abandoned by Dongli."

Dong Tinglan suppressed the coldness in her eyes. If it couldn't bring benefits, she would give it up; if it was a hindrance, she would get rid of it. It was always disgusting.

Jiang Heng sensed something was off about his tone and, under the guise of pouring him wine, squeezed his palm.

"It doesn't matter."

Dong Tinglan stopped speaking and turned her attention back to the arena.