Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 121 - 120: Bloodshot Eyes

Since the Golden-faced Imperial Censor wanted to follow along, Situ Jing naturally did not refuse. He stood up and strode out, Lu Qing followed closely behind, and Zhu Yu took a few steps before realizing that Yan Daoxin was still sitting there motionless.

Fu Wen and Fu Lu also noticed, but the two of them didn’t seem surprised by the situation.

Fu Wen nudged Fu Lu, "You go."

Fu Lu nodded, walked over to Yan Daoxin without saying a word, reached out to pick him up from the chair, and started walking out.

Yan Daoxin flailed for a moment and snapped awake. He quickly patted Fu Lu’s arm, signaling to let him go, and only then did Fu Lu release him, allowing Yan Daoxin’s feet to touch the ground again.

Fu Wen, walking beside Zhu Yu, knew she was surprised and whispered to her, "Chief Historian, don’t mind. The Divine Doctor has always acted in a unique manner, not to be understood by normal standards. We’ve all become accustomed to it."

"So just now he was...?" Zhu Yu was a bit bewildered.

"Most likely bored with the wait and fell asleep," Fu Wen replied.

Zhu Yu was somewhat startled, but more so she admired him.

If she had such a good knack for sleeping back then, catching up on rest whenever possible, she might not have ended up as she did at such a young age...

Alas, no use dwelling on the past; discussing it is meaningless.

Zhu Yu turned again to glance at Yan Daoxin.

Yan Daoxin, wearing a hat with a veil, seemed to turn his head towards her direction, also silently observing her.

As they reached the courtyard, it was clear that Situ Jing usually didn’t linger much at his residence and frequently came and went. To save the effort of preparing horses, the horses that had just been ridden back were tied to the hitching posts in the front yard instead of leading them to the stables behind.

With the moment the servant took to announce, two servants were already outside re-fitting the newly removed saddles.

Each person mounted their horse, with Situ Jing leading the way at the front as they hurried towards the imperial guard camp without interruption.

The imperial guard camp was naturally not inside Dongchuan County’s city. Fortunately, the gate guards recognized Situ Jing as the recently appointed new Commander and opened the city gate without hesitation, letting them out without any delay.

Racing all the way, it wasn’t long before they could see the imperial guard camp in the distance.

At this usual time each day, the soldiers stationed there would have completed their training and patrols, had dinner, and were preparing to rest.

However, today the camp was brightly lit and noisy, and even without going in to see, one could feel an inexplicable chaos and tension.

Situ Jing furrowed his brow, his expression darkened, constantly urging his horse, hoping it could run faster.

The guards at the gate heard the sound of galloping from afar but dared not act hastily until they saw it was their Commander charging forward, whereby they hurriedly opened the exceptionally large and heavy wooden doors of the camp.

The doors had barely opened wide enough for a horse to pass when Situ Jing was already charging through.

Lu Qing and the others soon caught up.

The guards didn’t know who Lu Qing and the others were, but they were startled by the ferocious golden mask and dared not obstruct them, fearing making a mistake at that crucial moment that would give the Commander more trouble.

Situ Jing rushed into the camp and saw a chaotic crowd running about, shouting incoherently. Quickly infuriated, he didn’t even wait for his horse to come to a stop before jumping off and tossing the reins aside, charging into the crowd.

Zhu Yu dismounted and wanted to follow but was stopped by Lu Qing.

"Stay back with her and don’t move forward without knowing the situation," he said to Zhu Yu, though directing the words to Yan Daoxin.

Then he, along with Fu Wen and Fu Lu, rushed after Situ Jing into the crowd.

Zhu Yu knew she had no martial skills and rushing into the chaos was clearly unwise, so she stood obediently behind.

However, from her position, she could only hear the chaos ahead without knowing what was happening, and she couldn’t see anything.

"Hey, over here," Yan Daoxin suddenly tugged at her sleeve from behind, pointing to the side.

Zhu Yu turned to see a pile of various-sized stones stacked over half a person’s height, used to stabilize a flagpole.

Understanding Yan Daoxin’s intent, the two quickly moved over, climbed atop the stones, finally able to see what was happening within the crowd.

In the midst of the crowd was a tall man gripping a large knife, with his armor loosened and one shoulder drooping, revealing his inner garment.

His eyes were wide, with a mixture of fear and rage, burning red and quite intimidating.

Bloodstains marked his armor, though it didn’t seem like he killed anyone, likely only injuring others at most.

He bellowed loudly, charging across the crowd with his knife swinging mightily, as if facing either an enemy or a grim monster, ready for a life-and-death struggle.

Nearby, several soldiers in imperial guard armor cautiously maneuvered around him, shouting to divert his attention, while some behind him quietly closed in step by step.

Seeing an opportunity, one man behind yelled, and with a few companions, pounced, grabbing the man by the neck, arms, and even trying to lock his legs.

The blood-red-eyed man, caught off guard, had several people hanging off him in an instant.

Attempting to push forward, he couldn’t move, nor free his limbs. Enraged, he let out a roar and suddenly flung the onlookers.

Like autumn leaves, the four men clung to him were thrown off, landing painfully far away, rolling several times before almost failing to stand.

This startled Zhu Yu.

Those four men were tall and sturdy imperial guards, not weak scholars. What strength it must take to fling them like that!

Yet her attention was drawn back to the blood-red-eyed man.

After shaking off the four, without pause, he swung his blade fiercely at the nearest imperial guard who had been trying desperately to catch his attention.

The guard, having finished the day’s training and expecting to rest, had removed his armor and helmet, now standing in cloth garments alone.

Seeing the blade swiftly slicing down, leaving no room to dodge, the guard’s face drained as he resigned himself to fate.