Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Even knowing that Dongli wouldn't offer a wealthy city as a prize, it was still tempting enough.

After inquiring about which city it was, and finding nothing suspicious, Qingyan and Jiang Lihai decided to send a message back that night to have someone investigate.

Thus, this life-or-death agreement had to be signed. After all, no matter how many prey are hunted on the outskirts, it may not be as valuable as the two prey hunted on the inner perimeter.

Seeing that the crowd was starting to soften, Dong Jingming smiled and said, "There's no need to rush with the death warrant. Any contract signed before the official start of the Spring Hunt in three days will be valid."

This way, they can go back and plan in detail, deciding who should enter the inner circle. It's unrealistic to send everyone in; if something unexpected happens, it would be a net loss.

For a moment, everyone's fighting spirit soared. Amidst the clinking of glasses, there were probing questions and veiled attacks.

Jiang Heng tilted her head and sized up Dong Jingming. Regardless of whether he was faking it before, two months ago this man was gentle and refined, with the demeanor of a gentleman. Now, every frown and smile of his exuded a gloomy aura, like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and kill its prey at any moment.

Jiang Heng was so anxious she was scratching her head, wishing she could immediately grab Dong Tinglan and interrogate him thoroughly. These past few days she'd been hanging out with people, sleeping and waking up intermittently, and had completely forgotten to ask about the aftermath of Lan Heng's matter.

After the banquet ended, King Dongli called Dong Jingming aside, patted him on the shoulder, and said with satisfaction, "Well done."

Dong Jingming smiled faintly and responded casually with a few words, showing respect but no longer displaying the joy he used to feel when praised.

During this time, he and Dongling Yu engaged in open and covert struggles, and he once again became acutely aware of the Dongli King's blatant favoritism towards Dongling Yu. Ha, what exactly makes Dongling Yu superior to him?

King Dongli couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt that his son had changed. Although he was still respectful, he was no longer the same as before.

"uncle!"

On the palace road, the Liang Chu people were walking out, intending to go directly back to the post station to discuss personnel arrangements, when they heard a greeting from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw Dongling Yu, the fourth prince of Dongli. They looked at Qingyan, but he didn't turn around or even stop walking.

Sensing the footsteps behind him stop, he turned around and gave them a cold look. "Are you still not leaving? Do you want to stay here?"

Everyone quickly followed. The blue-robed man, who had been exceptionally arrogant at the banquet that evening, glanced at Dongling Yu and sneered, "Dongling Yu, there's no one here with your uncle."

Dongling Yu's expression twisted for a moment, but he still couldn't give up and called out again, "Uncle Qingyan."

At this moment, Qingyan stopped again, turned around and gave him a look of disgust, but because of the distance, Dongling Yu did not see it clearly.

"Your Highness has mistaken me for someone else. I am not your uncle." With that, he left without lingering.

Dongling Yu's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps because he was already feeling guilty, his first reaction upon hearing Qingyan's words was whether the other party knew something.

But then she thought of the broken relationship between Qingli and Liangchu, and comforted herself, saying that it was normal for Qingyan not to acknowledge her own sister, Qingli, as well as herself.

At this moment, in the Fifth Prince's residence, Jiang Heng, who had been holding back all the way, was pulling Dong Tinglan's sleeve and dragging him into the house. Mo Wu, seeing them like this, curled his lips in disgust and left, finding it sickeningly sweet.

"Why is the young master so enthusiastic today?"

Dong Tinglan was pulled along by him, and walked forward with the force of his pull, making a couple of teasing remarks in a good mood.

Jiang Heng turned to look at him, her face expressionless. "I'm going to rest tonight."

He emphasized the word "rest." Dong Tinglan couldn't help but laugh out loud, wondering who was always provoking him and never learning their lesson. Now they were blaming him instead.

886 squatted there, conflicted, unsure whether to be happy or not, since it wouldn't have to go to the dark room tonight.

"You said before that you wanted to give Dong Jingming a drastic treatment, has this already been done?"

Jiang Heng stopped joking with him and focused on enjoying the gossip.

"That's right. The guy we caught last time escaped back home a couple of days ago, but he died at the back door before we could even exchange a few words."

The man's last memory before being captured was being knocked unconscious by Li Lian. Until he escaped back to the prince's residence, he believed that the people who captured him were on Dongling Yu's side from the beginning, and that was the information he conveyed.

In other words, Dong Jingming is now convinced that Dong Lingyu deliberately staged the whole thing. There was no truth to the story of Lan Heng being arrested; Dong Lingyu was simply retaliating for poisoning him.

"Your Highness has a brilliant plan. By staying behind the scenes, you have stirred up a whole mess."

Dong Tinglan smiled helplessly, "In terms of power, I can't compare to the two of them. Apart from Mo Wu and the others, I have no other help. I can only use my brains to create some trouble for them behind their backs."

"Host, I think he's in Versailles." Although 886's mind was full of lewd thoughts, he considered himself to be quick-witted.

Remove the word "feel".

"Great, it seems that Tongtong's brain hasn't been wormed out."

Once 886 was certain that his brain was still working perfectly, he happily turned around and plunged into the pile of books.

"..."

Jiang Heng was momentarily at a loss for words, and looking at the white ball buried in the book, she let it go.

Three days later, the spring hunt officially began.

Today, Zhao Yi and Sun He replaced Dong Tinglan with others. Mo Wu disappeared early in the morning, along with most of the people in the mansion.

At this moment, the mansion was so quiet that even footsteps could be clearly heard. A cold and solemn atmosphere swept in, and even 886 became nervous.

"Jiang Heng, don't leave my sight these next few days."

Before leaving, Dong Tinglan gave him repeated instructions, her tone more serious than ever before.

"Okay. I won't." Jiang Heng swore that he really meant it when he said that.

Dong Tinglan patted the top of his head, hoping that he would really listen this time.

Dong Tinglan was not a participant, so he went to the hunting grounds on his own. After the group arrived, the eunuch led them to the viewing platform, where special seats were set up.

"It would be a shame if my younger brother, dressed like this today, didn't go hunting."

Not long after they sat down, Dong Lingyu arrived. He was seated next to Dong Tinglan, and was sitting askew, with one hand supporting his chin, looking at Dong Tinglan with a smile that seemed anything but malicious.

"Want to have a match with Fourth Brother?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll resort to underhanded tactics."

Dong Lingyu froze for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. How dare Dong Tinglan say such a thing in public?

He clearly felt that after those words, the surroundings seemed to quiet down for a moment, and more eyes were focused on him.

He glared at Dong Tinglan with hidden resentment, his tone unchanged, "My little brother really knows how to joke."

But Dong Tinglan stopped responding.

"Well done!" 886 couldn't help but whisper to Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng was amused by Dong Lingyu's embarrassed look, and when she noticed him rubbing his knee from time to time, her smile widened.

The spring hunt was held over three days. The main area on the first day was the outer perimeter, and the results of the three teams were roughly equal, with little difference between them, although a few people suffered minor injuries.

The second day's home game was in the inner circle, which was also the key to victory.