Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 492 - 491: Adding Glory

Zhu Yu listened to the reminder and naturally made a gesture of silence, indicating that he certainly wouldn’t speak carelessly and would also remind his master not to mention these matters.

The little eunuch walked ahead with Zhu Yu, and seeing that this "half-grown child" was lively by nature, and having just shared some secrets with him, couldn’t help but want to chat more.

"You’re the apprentice-nephew of the Divine Doctor, and your master is the Divine Doctor’s junior brother? I didn’t hear him speak a word today, nor did he step in to diagnose our prince’s illness and prescribe medicine. What have you learned following him?" The eunuch was curious, sneaking glances at Lu Qing as he asked.

He couldn’t help but scrutinize the person wearing a veiled hat today. Although he couldn’t see his face, his stature was even taller and stronger than the Divine Doctor, and even with his head covered, he exuded an indescribable aura.

Thus, he guessed, given that the Divine Doctor had the ability to pull King Fan back from death’s door, naturally, his fellow disciples would also be extraordinary people.

"My master’s skills would scare you!" Zhu Yu said with feigned mystery, "In short, the two of them each have their divine powers. Today, my senior brother’s medical skills are superb, capable of mending bones and reviving the dead.

My master is different, what my senior brother can do, he may not be able to, but my master’s abilities are beyond even what my senior brother can dream of.

My master can make the dead speak.

If someone died under mysterious circumstances, my master could make the dead reveal the cause of death clearly."

The eunuch was so shocked that his mouth gaped open and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

In Bhutan, they revered witch doctors and witchcraft. In the past, he had heard some witches and doctors being praised outside, claiming they could summon gods from the heavens and call spirits from the underworld.

But although those people spoke grandly, no one truly succeeded — much like the concept of "ghosts," countless people had heard of them, but no one had actually seen one.

Though it was possible this young apprentice was boasting on behalf of his master, given the impressive display by his Divine Doctor senior brother today — after all, King Fan’s condition was no different from death — it suggested this mysterious, veiled person might indeed have some shocking abilities!

Lu Qing’s silence and the veil on his head added to his mystique, making Zhu Yu’s words sound even more convincing.

When the little eunuch looked at Lu Qing again, the respect in his eyes clearly outweighed the curiosity.

Although Lu Qing didn’t know what Zhu Yu had said to the little eunuch, from the way the latter kept stealing glances at him and became noticeably more respectful, he could guess a bit.

He chose to ignore it, continuing to remain silent.

After settling them in the side courtyard, the eunuch planned to have someone bring them food, but was stopped by Fu Lu.

Fu Lu took a small silver ingot from his sleeve and slipped it into the eunuch’s hand, "Our Divine Doctor is particular about what he eats. It would be better to send over some fresh ingredients, since we have a small kitchen here, and we can cook for ourselves.

This way, it’s convenient for everyone."

It was apparent that the servants in Fanwang Mansion were not particularly affluent, as the eunuch nearly lit up when he felt the ingot in his palm. He hurriedly tucked it into his bosom before smiling obsequiously at Fu Lu, nodding, "I understand!"

Before long, the eunuch returned, accompanied by several servants carrying baskets of food, and two more carrying a large box of ice, saying it was to help the Divine Doctors cool off in Bhutan’s heat.

Fu Lu accepted everything without question. After sending the eunuch and his men away, they had Yan Daoxin inspect the fresh ingredients to ensure there were no issues before the brothers went into the small kitchen to prepare a meal for the five of them.

The three of them sat in the small pavilion in the courtyard, cooling off, as Zhu Yu softly shared with Lu Qing what he had found out from the eunuch.

Yan Daoxin and Lu Qing were very interested in the intrigue of King Fan lacking heirs and the internal strife among family members fighting for power.

"Luckily, you conversed with the eunuch and gleaned such crucial information." Although Lu Qing had taken off his veil, he still wore his disguise, looking quite different, yet his gaze toward Zhu Yu was as familiar as ever, "It confirms my previous suspicions.

If we still can’t tell who among the others is the praying mantis or the sparrow, then without a doubt, King Fan is the cicada."

"Indeed, it’s hard to believe otherwise when he’s been schemed against to such an extent," Zhu Yu sneered.

"Speaking of which, what else did you say to that eunuch?" Yan Daoxin, somewhat curious, gestured towards Lu Qing, asking Zhu Yu, "Why do I feel like the eunuch kept sneaking peeks at him afterward, and his gaze seemed a bit odd?"

Zhu Yu couldn’t help but laugh and shared with the two what he had told the eunuch earlier.

Yan Daoxin glanced at Lu Qing, who had a hint of laughter in his eyes, and clicked his tongue a few times, saying to Zhu Yu, "You certainly know how to gild his face!

He might have the ability to send people to meet King Yan, but I’ve never seen him make the dead talk."

"While I lack such abilities, I have the fortune to have people around me with these skills." Lu Qing teasingly raised an eyebrow at Yan Daoxin, "Such a connection is rare in this world; even if you search the world over, you may not find another."

"Even without such means, having the courage and insight to accept it all is equally rare." Zhu Yu chimed in to Yan Daoxin.

Yan Daoxin suddenly jumped off the stone bench, exclaiming, "No, I can’t chat with you two anymore today! You’re making my teeth ache with your lovey-dovey act; I’d rather go watch those two cook!"

"You’d better prepare the medicine for King Fan for tomorrow," Lu Qing advised Yan Daoxin as he stepped out of the pavilion.

Upon hearing this, Yan Daoxin didn’t turn his head, but his footsteps changed direction, diverting from the small kitchen path toward his room, striding away briskly.

That evening, they had an unremarkable yet also the most sumptuous and delicious meal they had enjoyed since arriving in Bhutan.

Though Fu Lu’s culinary skills weren’t particularly impressive, the ingredients from Fanwang Mansion were far more abundant than what was available outside. After the meal, Fu Lu and Fu Lu took turns keeping night watch, and the others returned to their rooms to sleep.

It wasn’t until the latter half of the night that they were woken up by noises outside.