Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 693 - 692: Truth-telling Pill

With this surprise, Lin Kun also respectfully saluted Zhu Yu.

On one hand, he genuinely admired this bold and capable woman. On the other hand, it was fortunate that Zhu Yu was a woman and also Lu Qing’s wife; otherwise, the situation might have been quite awkward for everyone.

After all, the previous day, Zhu Yu was also trying to hide Chang Yu from the trouble, which led to her accidentally getting that flower dew on herself. If she hadn’t done that, Chang Yu, the future King of Lan Country, might have been affected, and the consequences could have been significant.

"Sir, it’s so quiet outside this morning, it doesn’t seem like anyone’s coming to serve us food." Fu Lu, seeing that their lady was fine, didn’t worry too much and asked Lu Qing about something else, "Also... if they do bring food, can we safely eat it?"

"Leave that to me!" Lin Kun immediately volunteered at the mention, "I am more familiar with the Prince Mansion than you all are.

Yesterday, I noticed that although the mansion was rebuilt, the layout hasn’t changed much. I also caught glimpses of some familiar faces. This is a good chance to fetch some food and see who from the old gang is still here.

Who wants to come with me?"

Fu Lu quickly patted his chest, "I’ll go with you!"

"Won’t you stand out too much?" Fu Wen expressed some concern.

Fu Lu frowned, pointing at Lin Kun, "He’s big and muscular too, why don’t you say he stands out?"

His aggrieved words made Fu Wen laugh, and after looking at Lin Kun, then at Fu Lu, although Lin Kun wasn’t as tall, together, they didn’t make Fu Lu look too conspicuous.

Lin Kun also laughed and patted Fu Lu, "Alright, little brother, you come with me then!"

Fu Lu didn’t respond to him but looked towards Lu Qing and Zhu Yu. Only when Lu Qing nodded did he happily leave with Lin Kun.

After a long while, the two returned from outside with a steaming pot of porridge and some steamed buns.

"Master, Young Master, rest assured, these are made by our own hands! We’ve checked, there’s nothing wrong with them!" Lin Kun said to Lu Qing and the others after closing the door, "We talked to the head cook in the Prince Mansion, and the old cook said they are constantly holding big banquets, so the kitchen is too busy, meaning all food is cooked in one big batch. Only the best is served to that impostor.

So, they wouldn’t poison themselves, which means we should be safe to eat."

Fu Lu nodded in agreement, "Sir, we asked around quite a bit, and it seems that the impostor serves good food to those so-called guests at the mansion to keep them healthy and strong, probably because he thinks such medicine men are more durable!"

"Makes sense, bringing such useful people from Lan Country isn’t easy, so they need to be cherished." Lu Qing nodded and indicated to the others, "In that case, let’s eat something as well. We went to bed hungry yesterday, and we need to take care of ourselves."

After the group finished eating, Lin Kun took the dishes back to the kitchen, and outside remained quiet.

It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that Prince Lan sent someone to fetch Lu Qing and the others, saying their hospitality had been lacking the previous day and inviting them to a banquet.

This time, Lu Qing brought Zhu Yu along, possibly to avoid any more disturbances in the courtyard or for other considerations.

Prince Lan didn’t notice Zhu Yu the day before. Seeing her today with Lu Qing, he looked at her curiously, then turned his gaze to Lu Qing, "And this is...?"

"Your Highness, in the haste yesterday, I forgot to introduce you." Lu Qing replied courteously, "This is my younger brother who has accompanied me. Yesterday, he was busy eating and drinking outside, and didn’t greet Your Highness, so today I brought him along."

Zhu Yu followed Lu Qing’s lead, respectfully saluting Prince Lan, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness! Forgive the rudeness of yesterday, please don’t take offense!"

"No problem," Prince Lan lazily waved his hand, "So, were you two brothers both serving Chang’e Drunk, or do you have some unique skills that your brother lacks?"

Lu Qing shook his head, adhering to the script he had discussed with Zhu Yu, "My brother knows nothing about tending flowers or plants; I took care of Chang’e Drunk entirely on my own. Since he was young, he was recognized for his special talents by a high master, who took him as a disciple to learn rare medical knowledge. He has many skills, and we recently reunited. When he heard I was going to the capital, he decided to accompany me."

"Oh?" Prince Lan showed interest at the mention of "medical knowledge," "Where is your master’s sect located? What is his name? Is he from our Lan Country?"

"My master lives in seclusion and has no interest in worldly matters. Before I came home to visit, he specifically instructed me not to reveal anything about him outside, so please, Your Highness, forgive me, as I cannot answer those questions." Zhu Yu shook his head solemnly.

"Oh? A secluded high master?" Prince Lan seemed skeptical, "Then do you have any unique talents of your own?"

"Your Highness, I wouldn’t dare to hide anything. Although I can’t compare myself to my master, I do possess a unique skill from my sect: a special Truth-telling Pill."

"Oh? Truth-telling Pill? What sort of thing is this? I’ve never heard of it before." Prince Lan became quite curious upon hearing the name.

"The so-called Truth-telling Pill means exactly that." Zhu Yu said with confident assurance, "Anyone who takes this pill will, regardless of what secrets they harbor deep down, reveal the truth when questioned."

"Such a miraculous thing? I’ve never heard of it," Prince Lan was intrigued but also a bit dubious, as Zhu Yu appeared young, and the pill she mentioned sounded exceedingly magical, "Since you have such a skill, do you happen to carry any with you? I would be interested to see it for myself."

"This... my master forbade me from taking any pre-made Truth-telling Pills out of the sect to avoid causing trouble outside." Zhu Yu looked somewhat troubled and glanced at Lu Qing.

Seeing this, Prince Lan frowned, "Your talk without evidence, how am I to believe your words?

Yesterday, your brother told me he could cultivate Chang’e Drunk, and I had intended to put him to good use. But today, you speak of some Truth-telling Pill, yet neither of you has brought any proof. Are you merely amusing yourselves at my Prince Mansion?

I have never heard of such a Truth-telling Pill existing!"