Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

For several days in a row, after court, King Dongli would summon Dong Tinglan to the imperial study, sometimes for casual conversation, sometimes to ask about his political views. He never expected that Dong Tinglan could give him such a big surprise.

"It's getting late, let's stay in the palace for dinner."

Dong Tinglan initially wanted to refuse, but then she thought of something and decided to stay.

"I heard that Fourth Brother has been staying in the palace lately. Is he alright?"

King Dongli looked embarrassed. If Dong Tinglan hadn't suddenly brought it up, he wouldn't have realized that it had been a long time since he had visited Dongling Yu at Lingyun Palace. Whether he was well or not, he probably wasn't doing much.

"His leg is probably beyond repair; even the palace physicians can't do anything about it."

"That's such a pity." Dong Tinglan's eyes showed concern. "I'll go see him later. It must be hard for him to be alone."

Finally, King Dongli also went to Lingyun Palace, since the topic had been brought up. Although he was somewhat disappointed in this son, he was still the child he had loved for so many years.

"Your Highness, the King and the Fifth Prince have come to see you."

In Lingyun Palace, Dongling Yu was leaning back on the couch, staring into the void. He had been like this for a long time, and his occasional expression was extremely gloomy, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Hearing that Dong Tinglan had also come, he grinned and said, "It seems that Father Emperor really values ​​him recently."

Upon seeing the King of Dongli, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Your subject thought that Father had abandoned me."

Seeing his haggard face and lack of energy, King Dongli felt quite bad.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Dong Tinglan stood aside and watched them put on a show of fatherly love and filial piety.

Lian An stood a little to the side and back, his eyes lowered, trying to hide his gaze from the pendant hanging at Dong Tinglan's waist.

Li Lian stood beside the bedpost, glancing at Dong Lingyu every now and then, as if keeping an eye on whether he needed anything. When he looked away, he would inadvertently glance at Dong Tinglan, then quickly lower his eyes again.

Seeing the weariness on King Dongli's face, Lian An leaned forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

Upon hearing this, King Dongli frowned slightly, showing some displeasure, but still stood up.

"Father will come to see you again next time."

"Okay."

A hint of mockery flashed in Dongling Yu's eyes, but when he raised his head, his face was full of admiration.

"Father, I would like to talk to my fourth brother some more."

"Good, seeing that you two brothers have such a good relationship, I can rest assured."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of Dong Jingming. He hadn't seen his son since his eye injury. The eunuch reported that he was heartbroken and refused to leave the house, barely seeing anyone. He sighed silently; this child had always been strong-willed.

"Lian An, have someone send some tonics and amusement toys to the Third Prince's residence."

......

"What does my younger brother want to say to me?"

After King Dongli left, Dongling Yu leaned back, looking at Dongting Lan with interest. This was the first time Dongting Lan had ever looked at Dongling Yu so closely. As a child, she hadn't dared, and as she grew older, she hadn't wanted to.

Looking at it now, he seemed to understand why the King of Dongli had mistaken him for someone else—or perhaps it shouldn't be called a mistake. Dongling Yu's features were so similar to the King of Dongli's; he was the most similar of the three children.

Are you sure you want me to tell you now?

Dong Tinglan glanced at Li Lian, who was waiting beside her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing his expression, Dongling Yu hesitated for a moment, feeling that he was plotting something. But in his current state, he dared not be alone with Dongting Lan.

Dong Tinglan understood, leaned closer, and lowered her voice, "Isn't a stolen identity very useful?"

Dongling Yu's pupils widened. He suddenly looked at Li Lian, and seeing that the other party still had that expressionless expression, he felt slightly relieved. He probably didn't hear it.

"Li Lian, you go out first and close the door."

"Your Highness..."

Li Lian glanced at Dong Lingyu, then at Dong Tinglan, looking somewhat uneasy. Dong Lingyu, thinking he was worried about his safety, nodded reassuringly and waved him out.

"What do you mean."

After the door closed, he reached out to grab Dong Tinglan by the collar to question her, but she dodged him.

Dong Tinglan restrained his hand, twisted it behind his back, and the sound of bones dislocating rang out. Cold sweat poured down Dong Lingyu's forehead. He suppressed his scream and just stared coldly at the person in front of him.

"Don't you know what I mean?"

Dong Tinglan shoved him away, then took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her hands. Finally, she threw the handkerchief at his face, her tone full of mockery.

"Dong Tinglan! Don't forget that your life is still in my hands!"

"Then try it. Dongling Yu, you stole my things, and I'll make you return them all."

After saying that, she walked towards the door without waiting for his reaction.

"If you have the guts, then kill me to avenge your mother!"

Seeing his disdainful look, Dongling Yu felt a surge of anger. He couldn't accept that someone who had once been like an ant was now trampling him underfoot. When he realized what he had said, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Before he could make amends, Dong Tinglan, who had returned, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but the pain in his lumbar spine and the fear of his scalp being torn off made him afraid to move.

Dong Tinglan stomped hard on his waist, grabbed his hair, and pulled him backward. No one saw the murderous aura surging within him, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

“My mother did not commit suicide.”

Dongling Yu sensed that something was wrong with him and felt a sense of relief.

"How could she commit suicide? She loved her child so much."

He endured the excruciating pain and forced a laugh out of his throat.

Dong Tinglan tightened her grip, forcefully stopping his laughter. "Explain yourself!"

"Want to know? Go look it up yourself."

Several muffled groans echoed outside the hall. Li Lian looked worriedly at the tightly closed hall door. Fortunately, Dongling Yu had never allowed anyone to approach this place during this period, otherwise he would not know how to cover it up.

"Your Highness!"

Li Lian feigned urgency and called out, but no further sound came from inside, so he had no choice but to continue guarding the place with a clear conscience.

Inside the hall, Dongling Yu's face was contorted, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body twitched in pain from time to time, his limbs limp on the ground like mushy noodles.

"If you don't speak up, this kick will leave you bedridden for the rest of your life, unable to even sit up."

Dong Tinglan's face was cold as she increased the pressure on his lumbar spine, and the sound of bones dislocating could be heard.

“She suspected I wasn’t her child and wanted to have someone investigate, but I found out, so I had no choice but to kill her.”

Dongling Yu was afraid that he would really cripple him, so he had no choice but to tell the truth, but he still couldn't help but provoke him.

"You really are a complete and utter devil."

The fact that a ten-year-old child could harm the person who had raised him so carefully once again refreshed Dongling Yu's understanding of evil.

A heart-wrenching scream, accompanied by a crisp crack, echoed throughout Lingyun Palace. Dong Tinglan withdrew her foot and coldly glanced at the person on the ground, "You'll have to pay for your sins for the rest of your life."