Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

Inside the palace, King Dongli was guarding Dongling Yu's bedside. The physician had already bandaged his wounds, but they had not found the root cause of the problem.

"The Fourth Prince's knees looked like they had burst open under the pressure, and the toxins had spread completely downwards."

"Can it still be cured?"

Lin Ping pulled back the blanket covering Dongling Yu. Dongli Wang's pupils dilated, unable to believe what he was seeing. He reached out, wanting to touch Dongling Yu's calf, but then quickly withdrew his hand.

Beneath the rolled-up trouser legs, the skin and flesh of Dongling Yu's calves were shriveled, resembling two withered twigs that might break at the slightest touch. He couldn't imagine what Dongling Yu would think if he woke up and saw him like this.

He summoned Li Xiangyan.

"Has Lan Heng not been found yet?"

"That person seems to have vanished into thin air. I have already ordered people to search outside the capital, but we still haven't found him."

The King of Dongli's heart sank to the bottom. He stared blankly at Dongling Yu's calf. After a moment, he spoke again, "How is the Third Prince's injury?"

Necrosis in the left eye.

There was no need for further words. King Dongli sighed and instructed him to recount the events that had occurred within the inner perimeter.

Upon learning that the two had plotted against each other and wanted to kill each other, he overturned the table next to him.

"What a disgrace!"

Having said that, he didn't look at the person on the bed again, turned and left without inquiring about Dong Jingming's situation.

"Wuhu, this reaction is quite interesting."

Jiang Heng and 886 were keeping an eye on the situation in the palace. It seemed that the King of Dongli's love for his son was coming to an end.

And then, just as Dongling Yu said, the King of Dongli began to "see" Dongting Lan.

"Master, Qi Lan's Marquis of Loyalty and Valor has arrived. I have already brought him in."

Zhao Yi's voice came from outside the door. Jiang Heng stood up abruptly. Why was her father here?

Dong Tinglan hurriedly asked Zhao Yi to bring the person into the house.

"father!"

Jiang Heng quickly stepped forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and led him to the table. Jiang Lihai nodded to Dong Tinglan, his tone gentle, "Thank you for taking care of my little treasure during this time, Your Highness."

Jiang Heng reached out and covered Jiang Lihai's mouth, but it was too late. He was so ashamed he gripped the ground with his toes, too embarrassed to turn around and look at Dong Tinglan. Jiang Lihai, confused, pulled Jiang Heng's hand away and was about to ask what was going on.

Seeing Jiang Heng's reaction, Dong Tinglan suppressed a laugh and interrupted first, "The young master has helped me a lot in Qilan, so it is only right that I take care of him."

With the topic of nicknames over, Jiang Heng felt much more at ease. Dong Tinglan exchanged a few more pleasantries with Jiang Lihai before giving the father and son some space.

Jiang Lihai wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Dong Tinglan was unusually reserved when she was with him.

When Jiang Lihai came out of the house again, he saw Zhao Yi waiting in the courtyard.

"Take me to see your prince."

Jiang Heng wanted to follow, but Jiang Lihai stopped her. He pursed his lips, it didn't matter, Dong Tinglan would tell him anyway.

In the study, Dong Tinglan had already brewed a pot of tea and was waiting.

"His Majesty asked me to give this to you. He said the answers you want to know are all inside."

Jiang Lihai took out a flat box about the size of a palm and handed it to Dong Tinglan. Dong Tinglan slightly raised her fingers, took a deep breath, and accepted the box, but did not open it immediately.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

"I will trouble Your Highness to take care of my son in the days to come."

"It should."

"Should I?" Jiang Lihai asked, puzzled, but didn't ask any further questions.

After everyone left, Dong Tinglan opened the box. Inside was a letter with a thumb-sized wooden pendant shaped like a magnolia flower on top.

He picked it up and examined it closely. The wood carving looked quite old, and the surface patterns seemed to have been touched many times, with some parts already unclear.

He put the wooden carving aside, picked up the letter, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it to read.

Jiang Heng waited in his room until late at night, but Dong Tinglan didn't return. He patted his chest; it had been pounding rapidly for a while. Suppressing his panic, he went to look for him anyway.

The candles in the study had gone out, but Jiang Heng knew that the person was inside.

He pushed open the door and, in the darkness, by the faint moonlight, followed the blurry figure by the table.

Even without seeing his expression clearly, Jiang Heng could still sense the sadness emanating from him. Jiang Heng frowned, pulled him into her arms, and asked softly and cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Dong Tinglan reached out and hugged his waist tightly, burying her face in his chest. Jiang Heng felt heartbroken and patted his back repeatedly, saying nothing more.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled voice came from her arms, "Jiang Heng, it turns out my mother loved me. She was just... taken away by someone else."

By the end, Dong Tinglan's voice was filled with hatred. Jiang Heng finally understood why Dong Lingyu had targeted Dong Tinglan so much; it wasn't without reason—it was the thief's guilty conscience and jealousy at play.

He found it extremely ironic that the son whom the King of Dongli had always favored hadn't recognized as an imposter all these years.

Inside the palace, Dongling Yu had already woken up. The moment he regained consciousness, he realized that his leg was acting up again.

He kept reassuring himself, "It's okay, it's okay, we'll find Lan Heng soon."

He struggled to his feet, clutching the blanket tightly, taking several deep breaths, and slowly, bit by bit, pulled the blanket away. As soon as a small patch of his calf was exposed, he released his grip in horror.

"This isn't my leg! This isn't my leg!"

He bent down and tightly covered the blanket on his legs, but when he touched the abnormally thin shape, he abruptly withdrew his hand.

"Father! Father!"

The commotion inside startled the eunuchs outside the palace. Several of them rushed inside and saw Dongling Yu, his face contorted in pain, roaring at them, "I need to find my father! Bring him here at once!"

The eunuch had no choice but to run off to find someone. King Dongli was woken up in the middle of the night, his face full of displeasure. When he heard that Dongling Yu had woken up and was looking for him, he frowned, but still got up, changed his clothes, and rushed over.

"Ling Yu, how are you?"

"Father!" Dongling Yu grabbed his wrist as soon as he saw him arrive, his voice sharp and urgent, "Make Dong Jingming hand over Lan Heng! Make him hand him over!"

Seeing his dazed expression, the King of Dongli felt a pang of heartache. After all, he was the child he had cherished since childhood. Ignoring the pain in his wrist, he patted his head reassuringly, "Alright, alright, Father will go and make him hand it over. You should rest well first."

"Was Lan Heng really hidden by him?"

Having caught the key information, Dongling Yu stared at Dongli Wang with bloodshot eyes, his tone chilling.

King Dongli was shocked by his appearance and thought he was just having trouble accepting that his leg was in this state, so he could only comfort him, "Father will bring someone over to treat you tomorrow."

After Dongli King's repeated assurances, Dongling Yu finally let the person lie down, but his eyes were fixed on the bed curtains, and it was unclear what he was thinking.