Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 394 - 393: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain

As she regained her balance and saw clearly who almost collided with her, Zhu Yu’s frown deepened.

Standing in front of her was none other than Yan Daoxin, who should have been guarding those bottles of Chang’e Drunk.

"Did I just bump into you?" Seeing Zhu Yu’s expression wasn’t right, Yan Daoxin thought he hadn’t stopped in time and might have hurt her, so he hurriedly asked.

"Why did you come running over here?" Zhu Yu didn’t bother answering his question and asked instead.

"Isn’t it because Lu Zhang is almost dying, so I rushed over to see? No matter what, I have to keep him alive!" Yan Daoxin spread his hands helplessly. "Though I don’t like the guy, since Lu Qing is here, if this scoundrel dies here, Lu Qing will surely find it hard to explain.

His maternal grandfather is not someone who reasons or understands what humans say!"

After hearing him, Zhu Yu’s expression became even more severe. She pushed Yan Daoxin outwards, "Lu Zhang won’t die. I’m here, so you should quickly go back and watch over the Chang’e Drunk!"

Yan Daoxin was stunned for a moment, but seemed to understand, nodded, and quickly ran back.

Zhu Yu took a deep breath to adjust her mood, making her expression appear calm and composed before stepping inside.

By this time, Lu Zhang had already been settled on a bed in the room. The bed was simple, but at least he could lie there steadily and it was relatively clean.

Seeing Zhu Yu come in and walk straight to the bedside, Lu Qing didn’t have much of a reaction; instead, Lu Zhang, lying on the bed, seemed a bit uneasy, trying to sit up but was pressed back by Lu Qing.

"Don’t move unnecessarily, let Chief Historian Yu check your pulse. Although her pulse diagnostics aren’t as good as Yan Daoxin’s, they are more than adequate for common ailments," Lu Qing said to Lu Zhang.

Zhu Yu didn’t give them any chance to discuss further; by now, she had already placed her fingers on Lu Zhang’s wrist, lowering her eyelids to quietly sense the pulse transmitted through her fingertips.

A moment later, she released his hand and nodded at Lu Zhang, "Prince Yi is fine, his pulse is steady. Earlier, I estimated it was either shock or poor rest causing him too much exertion."

As she spoke, she leaned over, gently pushing Lu Zhang’s temple with one hand, turning his face to the other side without saying a word, her other hand probing his neck, scrutinizing the area the Fake Castle Master had grabbed. After examining thoroughly, she released both hands and formally cupped her hands in salute to Lu Zhang, "I was presumptuous just now, please forgive me, Prince Yi."

Lu Zhang was too embarrassed to say anything else, his face already red, nodding hastily, "Chief Historian Yu’s words are unnecessary, if anything, I should thank you for examining me."

"Then please rest here, Prince Yi. Once you regain your strength, you can rise," Zhu Yu maintained a courteous demeanor, saying this while casting a glance at Lu Qing.

Lu Qing caught on, nodded at Lu Zhang, and gestured to Zhu Yu, "If so, Chief Historian Yu, please accompany me out so as not to disturb Prince Yi’s rest."

They walked out of the room, instructing Lu Zhang’s guards to close the door tightly and watch carefully, then left the small courtyard.

Zhu Yu indicated to Lu Qing to follow her to where Yan Daoxin was watching the Chang’e Drunk. After a few turns, she looked back.

"There’s no one around, rest assured, you can speak freely," Lu Qing understood what she was mindful of and confidently reassured Zhu Yu.

"There’s deception in this matter," Zhu Yu, who had merely suspected earlier, now was quite certain, "When I said Lu Zhang’s pulse was steady, it wasn’t just lip service, it truly was.

If there had been anything peculiar about his pulse, I would have noticed instead of missing it.

As for the marks on his neck, I examined them carefully just now. It seemed the Fake Castle Master had squeezed hard, even leaving nail marks as if digging into the flesh, but in reality, the pressure was applied quite skillfully, leaving only a few nail marks on Lu Zhang’s neck. Far from causing injury, you probably won’t even see them again tomorrow morning."

"Oh? In the dim light with only a few torches, I didn’t notice so clearly," Lu Qing was a bit surprised but not overly so, "Anything else?"

"Lu Zhang was clearly not in serious trouble; even during our previous concerns, no one worried about him being in mortal danger," Zhu Yu continued with a frown, "But I almost collided with Yan Daoxin at the door, and he was supposed to be guarding the Chang’e Drunk.

He rushed over because someone told him Lu Zhang was dying, urging him to come quickly to save him.

He was worried Lu Zhang might die here inexplicably, putting you in a difficult, passive position, so he hurried over. Fortunately, I bumped into him at the door and sent him back."

"Well done." Lu Qing smiled and nodded, reaching out to smooth Zhu Yu’s brow.

"Stop messing, in case someone sees us!" Zhu Yu quickly stepped back, "I haven’t finished discussing the serious matter yet!

That Fake Castle Master, aside from being fully aware of your ancestor’s encounters, provoked you on purpose, trying to anger you; do you remember those few lines of poetry he unexpectedly recited?"

"Of course." Seeing that Zhu Yu also had a deep impression of those poems, Lu Qing relaxed his brows, "He recited, ’The mountain rises high and steep, clouds rest on its peak. Ascend the layers of clouds, the mountain mist is gray,’ I heard it very clearly."

"At the time, I felt it was strange. Why would someone recite poetry in the middle of a fight? After thinking it over thoroughly, I suddenly understood the meaning of those verses!" Zhu Yu glanced around, "Mountain rises high and steep, doesn’t it mean those grand, towering mountains? And the ’嶂’ in Lu Zhang’s name also represents those majestic, screen-like towering mountains, doesn’t it?"

Lu Qing nodded, "That’s indeed correct."

"Clouds rest on its peak... Clouds floating at the mountain top, coexisting with the mountain..." Zhu Yu hummed, "The latter two lines imply similar meaning.

Wasn’t that workshop owner whom Lu Yan used to tease and needle Lu Zhang called Gu Lingyun? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Isn’t it quite a coincidence? Lu Zhang has the mountain, Gu Lingyun has the cloud.

When Lu Yan used Gu Lingyun to tease Lu Zhang earlier, Lu Zhang reacted with embarrassment, both ashamed and vexed.

As soon as the Fake Castle Master recited those poetic lines, Lu Zhang similarly became shocked and stupefied, almost as if frightened out of his wits.

This makes me suspicious!

Might there be some past connection between him and the rumored stunningly beautiful shopkeeper from the Headdress and Shoes Workshop?"