Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

"Host, Jiang Mo is looking at you so fiercely."

While Jiang Heng was dealing with the Third Prince and the others perfunctorily, 886 dutifully acted as a monitor.

"That's not enough? This is nothing."

Jiang Heng couldn't understand. Was Jiang Mo's heart so fragile? She hadn't even done anything yet, and he was already breaking down?

In the original story, the original owner's health deteriorated year by year because the wife of the Marquis of Zhongyong had injured her body when she gave birth to Jiang Heng and could no longer have children. The Marquis of Zhongyong did not want to take a concubine, so he intentionally cultivated Jiang Mo and gradually gave him power.

Jiang Mo's ambitions extended far beyond the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion. At the time, the Third Prince was gaining momentum and was the most popular candidate for Crown Prince, and Jiang Mo wanted to ride this wave of success.

He began to openly and secretly use the power of the Marquis's mansion to do things for the Third Prince. When the Marquis of Zhongyong found out, he scolded him and planned to take back the power given to him. Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo admitted his mistake on the surface, but secretly gave the Marquis of Zhongyong a potent poison, causing him to die suddenly.

The original owner, Jiang Heng, sensed something was wrong and could only lie low. Eventually, she discovered the truth and exposed Jiang Mo's evil deeds. The former subordinates of the Marquis of Zhongyong learned the truth and wanted to avenge him, but Jiang Mo escaped and avoided disaster.

The Third Prince refused to help him because he had become a pawn, so he could only flee to Dongli and seek refuge with Dong Tinglan. However, Dong Tinglan conspired with others to cause his tragic death.

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng's face darkened. Because of her arrival, the connection between Jiang Mo and Dong Tinglan was completely severed. And now, because "Jiang Heng" was recovering, the Marquis of Zhongyong had no intention of relinquishing power to her. So, the safest way to gain power and the Marquis's mansion was to turn against her.

As long as Jiang Heng dies, and the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion has no heir, then Jiang Mo will be the only "son" of the Marquis of Zhongyong and his wife.

Jiang Mo, when will you choose to strike? Will you aim for a swift and decisive blow, or take it slow and painstaking?

"Xiao Heng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?" The Third Prince noticed that Jiang Heng was lost in thought and assumed that she was not feeling well.

Jiang Heng shook her head. It was all because of you, you fly, that bothered her. Jiang Heng kept talking to 886 in her mind. Why did this person talk so much? It was so annoying.

"I'm going outside to listen to some opera. My elder brother has something to discuss with you." After saying that, he quickly got up and made his way out. Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo took the opportunity to occupy the empty seat and started talking to the Third Prince, stopping him from following him out.

"Well, Jiang Mo is actually quite useful."

Jiang Heng faced the main hall, leaning halfway against the railing, and let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't want to deal with the Third Prince for the foreseeable future; the man was just too eloquent.

"Fortunately, the host has achieved his goal of using the Third Prince to provoke Jiang Mo." 886 even felt sorry for his host. Looking at it this way, it's true that the villain, who doesn't talk much, is a good match for his host.

Just as she was thinking of someone, she saw a familiar back. Jiang Heng's eyes lit up and she wanted to go and call out to him, but when the other person went up to the second floor and turned around, the profile that was revealed was not Dong Tinglan.

Jiang Heng: "???" He mistook her for someone else? He's not a man, sob sob.

“The host is not mistaken, that person is indeed the villain.” 886 scanned the other party’s body data and confirmed that it was Dong Tinglan without a doubt.

He decided not to disturb the place where he needed to conceal his whereabouts, lest he ruin Dong Tinglan's plans. Although he didn't approach her to acknowledge her, that didn't stop Jiang Heng from keeping a close eye on her.

In fact, no one could recognize Dong Tinglan now, because not only his appearance but also his temperament has changed.

If Dong Tinglan in front of him was a cool and elegant gentleman, then the Dong Tinglan now is a gloomy villain. People passing by him seem to be driven back by his murderous aura, not daring to look him in the eye for fear of accidentally offending him.

Perhaps, the Dong Tinglan of today is the real him. Even though his disguised face is plain and uninteresting, Jiang Heng is still attracted to him, as if it were destined to be so.

The moment Jiang Heng noticed Dong Tinglan, Dong Tinglan realized it too. The reason was simple: the gaze she was giving him was too intense. For a moment, he even thought his disguise had been discovered.

He glanced to the side and met the face that had just appeared in his dream. His breath hitched for a moment, and he was relieved that he had disguised himself today.

He could no longer face the young prince with the same calm as before; otherwise, the damp heat would have overwhelmed him instantly.

He turned and went into a private room, enduring that gaze. Only after the door closed and the view was blocked did his tense body relax.

"Someone's following me? I'll go deal with it?" Mo Wu, who had been waiting in the room for a while, looked at Dong Tinglan with a curious expression. This was the first time he had seen the other party like this.

"Need not."

Dong Tinglan raised his hand to stop him, went inside and sat down. While listening to Mo Wu report on the situation in Liangchu on the border, he couldn't help but wonder why the young prince had looked at him like that just now. How could he be interested in "someone else" today after teasing him like that yesterday?

A philandering child will be punished.

Mo Wu has been Dong Tinglan's assistant in Liangchu for years, and also his close friend. They share the same goal and are about to close the net. Mo Wu has also been able to return from Liangchu. They are just waiting for the right moment to end all their past grievances.

Why the sudden change of plans?

Mo Wu frowned. According to the plan, once Dong Tinglan's hostage period ended in three months, Dongli would send people to pick him up. At that time, their people would infiltrate the hostages to create chaos and then frame Dongli's fourth prince, Dongling Yu.

Dong Tinglan currently enjoys extremely high prestige among the people of Dongli; it can be said that the people of Dongli are all waiting for his return. If things are handled properly, it's only a matter of time before Dongling Yu suffers a severe blow.

But now Dongtinglan suddenly wants to take a more radical, more convenient, but also more dangerous path.

Mo Wu was puzzled. After waiting for so many years, why would he suddenly take this risk?

"I won't cooperate with you unless you give me a convincing reason. I want a clean strike; I can't tolerate any mistakes, including your safety!"

"News has come from Dongli that Dongling Yu has arrived this time."

Dong Tinglan looked up at him, her tone cold, her eyes filled with emotions Mo Wu was familiar with: hatred, repression, and a hint of barely concealed madness, which made his blood boil. "This plan will not go wrong."

Besides these, there were some other hidden thoughts, but Dong Tinglan subconsciously didn't want to delve into them.

Over the years, he has endured what ordinary people cannot, at any cost, including himself, and he will never allow any variables to affect him.

But he didn't seem to realize that from the moment he removed his hand from Jiang Heng's neck, he was destined to change his principles again and again.

There was an inescapable sense of destiny about him, something he couldn't escape or avoid, and yet he accepted it willingly.

Mo Wu didn't speak again. So be it. Dong Tinglan is bearing all the risks. If they succeed, the flames of revenge will only burn brighter.

The two went over the plan in detail again, and then Dong Tinglan got up to leave.

Mo Wu looked incredulous. "I've been traveling all day and haven't even had time to eat. You just left me here?"

Dong Tinglan coughed lightly, "No, I was just taking you out for a meal. There's nothing good to eat at this theater."

Mo Wu glanced at him suspiciously, feeling something was off. Before she could investigate further, Dong Tinglan turned and left the private room.