Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhuo Yi didn't even need to try to bring him here. In the evening, Dong Jingming arrived at Lingyun Palace in a very casual manner.

Seeing the men approaching menacingly, Li Lian and Zhuo Yi raised their hands to stop them.

"Wasn't my fourth brother looking for me? Why won't he let me in when I've arrived?"

On the bed, Dongling Yu heard his voice and called out to Zhuo Yi. Zhuo Yi understood and led the people into the room.

"Dong Jingming, hand over Lan Heng. Otherwise, I won't let you off easily."

Seeing this, Dong Jingming's smile widened. He leaned closer and suddenly pulled back the blanket covering Dong Lingyu's legs, his movements so swift that even Zhuo Yi didn't have time to react.

"My God, Fourth Brother, what happened to your leg? Didn't you see a doctor?"

When Dong Jingming saw those two withered, twig-like legs, he dramatically took a step back, his tone worried, but the schadenfreude in his eyes was so intense it couldn't be ignored.

"I said, hand over Lan Heng."

Dong Lingyu stared intently at him, his tone chilling, but Dong Jingming didn't take it seriously; instead, he was extremely provocative.

"Lan Heng, I've already killed him. By now, his body is probably all eaten up by wild dogs." He turned his head and smiled at Dongling Yu, pretending to be quite embarrassed. "So Lan Heng was that important to Fourth Brother? You should have said so earlier. If I had known, I would have spared his life."

Dongling Yu suddenly burst into a nervous laugh, his laughter hoarse until he was breathless and tears welled up in his eyes. "I originally thought Lan Heng was really in your hands, but seeing your smug look, that's not very believable."

Unseen by anyone, Dongling Yu's hand, hidden under the blanket, was tightly gripping a dagger, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, poised to strike.

"Tsk tsk, trying to show off to me."

Dong Jingming didn't want to talk to him anymore and made to leave, but Dong Lingyu's next words made him stay in place.

"Isn't my brother just jealous that I receive Father's special favor?"

Dong Jingming suddenly turned around, glaring fiercely at the person on the bed. "Yes! I am jealous, so what? Do you think Father will still value you after you've become like this?"

Dongling Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm, "Then do you know why Father Emperor favors me the most?"

"Why?"

Dong Jingming couldn't understand it. If Dong Lingyu were stronger than him, it would be one thing, but this man was arrogant, disregarded human ethics, and did nothing commendable. How could someone like that surpass him?

“These are palace secrets.” Dongling Yu beckoned to him, “Come closer, I’ll tell you.”

Dong Jingming looked at him suspiciously, without moving.

"What, are you afraid I'll lie to you? What's there to lie about?"

After pondering for a few moments, Dong Jingming was still overcome by his inner demons. He had been bound by this unknown reason for many years, and now someone was going to help him unravel the mystery. Even knowing that there might be a trap, he still walked forward step by step, bending down to bring his ear close.

"That's because..."

Dong Lingyu grabbed his collar and plunged the dagger into his abdomen. Dong Jingming cried out in pain and tried to struggle, but was pressed down on the blanket.

The scream that was about to burst out turned into a muffled groan. As his body pressed down, the dagger that had pierced his abdomen went even deeper, causing him to convulse in pain, blood gushing out and soaking the sheets.

Zhuo Yi stared blankly at the scene before him, completely unable to react. He gasped for breath, his voice trembling, "Your Highness, this, this..."

Li Lian sensed something was wrong and witnessed this horrifying scene as soon as he entered the room. His heart pounded violently, as if it would jump out of his throat. He swallowed hard and quickly stepped forward.

"Your Highness, what do you need me to do now?"

Dongling Yu's gaze lingered on him, dark and unfathomable. Li Lian's expression remained unchanged, still respectfully awaiting instructions.

Dongling Yu gave him an approving look and loosened his grip slightly. "Knock him unconscious and throw him into the secret room."

Without further hesitation, Li Lian struck Dong Jingming on the back of the neck with a palm strike, and the man, who had been struggling slightly, became completely still.

Li Lian hoisted the person up, rolled up the blood-stained quilt, walked to the bookshelf, and turned the porcelain bottle on it.

Zhuo Yi then came to his senses and rushed forward to help.

The dimly lit chamber, even with the interior lights on, only illuminated the entrance. Li Lian groped along the wall, took down a candle, lit it, and led the way.

This secret room was started when Dongling Yu moved in as a child, and no one knows about it except for his trusted confidants.

At the end of the secret room was a cage large enough for one person to lie in. There was nothing else there. Li Lian threw Dong Jingming into the cage, placed some medicine for his injuries nearby, and then left with Zhuo Yi.

For some time to come, Dong Jingming will live in endless darkness, hunger, cold, and fear until the end of his life, and that is precisely where Dong Lingyu's pleasure lies.

After leaving the secret chamber, Li Lian brought clean clothes and bedding for Dongling Yu to change into, and then ordered someone to bring a basin of clean water to carefully wash his hands, showing no sign of anything unusual throughout the process.

Zhuo Yi watched in awe. No wonder this man was repeatedly trusted by His Highness; his character was something he himself couldn't match. He couldn't believe that a prince of the nation had been murdered by them.

Dongling Yu waited for someone to tidy him up. Just as Li Lian was about to back away, he raised his hand and grabbed Li Lian's neck, pressing and sliding his thumb on the artery, forcing Li Lian to look up at him.

"Li Lian, don't betray me."

Feeling the suffocating pressure on his neck, Li Lian's face flushed red, and he managed to squeeze out, "Li Lian swears to serve Your Highness to the death."

Dongling Yu then released him with satisfaction, "The rest is taken care of."

......

"Huh? Host, is this person really that bold?"

In his consciousness space, 886 rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous. "No, this wasn't just some random cat or dog. You just killed him like that?"

"If Dong Tinglan goes to cause more trouble, he'll probably go even crazier."

At this moment, Dong Tinglan was still in the palace and had not come out. In the afternoon, the King of Dongli suddenly summoned him, but no one knew why.

Dong Tinglan had been in the imperial study with the Prince of Dongli for two hours, unaware that his father, the Emperor, actually had the interest in chatting with him. However, the back-and-forth conversation was rather dull and dry, less engaging than that with a stranger.

But he also guessed what the King of Dongli was thinking. Of his three sons, two were crippled, and he couldn't produce any more, so he could only shift his attention to his only healthy son. It was just that this belated concern was too ironic.

He stroked the small wooden carving hanging from his waist, responding calmly on the surface, but in reality, he was extremely annoyed.

As Lian An served tea to the two of them again, feeling the gaze fixed on him, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Lian An's hand as he poured the tea. The usually steady and meticulous chief eunuch's hand was trembling.

Interesting, he caught another one.