Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 481 - 480: A Lamb Entering a Tiger’s Den

Yan Daoxin’s expression was as placid as water, revealing no ripples of emotion. He surveyed the row of guards in front of him one by one, and then nodded, "Let’s go."

The group of guards said nothing, surrounding the five people, leaving one to lead the way, heading towards Fanwang Mansion.

Zhu Yu followed beside Lu Qing, feeling a bit surprised when she saw him wearing a veiled hat earlier.

Ever since they entered the capital, he had a fake layer applied to his face. He didn’t disguise himself as a sallow-faced rough man like before, but his appearance was still somewhat different from reality.

It wasn’t just him; even Zhu Yu herself, and the faces of Fu Lu, had subtle adjustments made by Lu Qing, making them look different from their usual appearance.

So why wear a veiled hat today?

Zhu Yu knew that Lu Qing would never do anything pointless. Since she couldn’t guess it at the moment, she temporarily suppressed this doubt in her heart.

Yan Daoxin walked silently at the forefront. After walking a while, he turned to a guard with a sallow complexion blocking their rear and said, "Looking at your complexion, you have a severe deficiency of both qi and blood.

Stop doing anything crooked in strengthening your body. You look robust like an ox, but in reality, it’s all facade, and you’re losing out yourself."

The guard was taken aback for a moment, somewhat stupified. After taking a few steps, he realized that Yan Daoxin could tell his physical condition from just that glance. His expression immediately shifted from astonishment to admiration.

"Then... what should I do? Can my body... recover?" he carefully lowered his voice to ask.

"Stop taking all sorts of ’tonics,’ eat and drink normally, and diligently practice martial arts. You will naturally get better," Yan Daoxin said expressionlessly.

The guard nodded repeatedly with a humbled expression. He glanced at the few brothers around him but dared not say anything.

After traveling about halfway, a few more guard-like people joined their ranks. As expected, just as Zhu Yu had suspected, it wasn’t just the front door of the inn that was blocked, the rear was also completely surrounded.

The procession marched grandly towards the Prince Mansion, and the capital’s citizens along the way seemed unfazed by the sight. However, they cast sympathetic glances at Yan Daoxin and the others, the same kind of look given by the soldiers when they had just entered Fan Country through the pass—not watching doctors being escorted to treat someone, but watching lambs enter a tiger’s den.

Thus, they arrived at Fanwang Mansion. The people at the gate, seeing them bringing doctors back, immediately stepped aside to let them in.

Zhu Yu, leveraging her role as a traveling doctor’s apprentice, was able to look around without much restraint.

If she wasn’t sure this was Fanwang Mansion, she would have thought she had accidentally entered a Daoist temple busy with alchemy.

Unlike the simple Prince Shuo Mansion, Fanwang Mansion, albeit not luxurious, exuded an air of profound mystery. From the entrance, the paths were all unexpectedly winding, often turning abruptly.

Though not as versed in the Five Elements and Divination as Yan Daoxin and Lu Qing, she could sense that there must be some secrets in the construction of Fanwang Mansion.

"Why is this path so hard to follow? So many twists and turns..." She whispered to the guard who had previously spoken with Yan Daoxin, as he seemed the only one approachable after Yan Daoxin had pinpointed his health issue with just a glance.

Her guess proved correct; the guard indeed found it easier to talk.

"Do not speak lightly once you enter the mansion." He solemnly shook his head towards Zhu Yu and whispered, "The layout of this mansion is arranged by the High Priest for our king, all for the prosperity of Fan Country. Avoid making careless comments to steer clear of trouble."

His voice was not loud but was enough for those ahead to hear. One turned back and glanced at him amusedly, as if reminding Zhu Yu about the danger of running her mouth was a foolish notion.

With a slight purse of his lips, the guard sighed and fell silent.

Indeed, it was the handiwork of that High Priest.

Zhu Yu pondered that she couldn’t say whether this helped Fan Country’s fortune; she didn’t understand such things. However, she was quite clear that the maze-like paths of this courtyard reminded her of the interior of Immortal Castle.

And ever since they entered through the gate, she had smelled a familiar fragrance in this mansion, similar to what she had encountered when entering the palace with Lu Qing, a subtle scent that Duke Yan and Lu Zhang had also picked up.

It seemed this trip was destined not to be in vain.

Thus, after navigating twists and turns for a while, they bypassed the front hall of the courtyard and ended up directly at the sleeping quarters.

Instantly, Zhu Yu had a less optimistic assessment of King Fan’s physical condition.

No matter how significant the matter, Zhu Cheng would never meet foreign visitors in the back chambers, even when unwell, he would still host them in the main hall.

And at such an early hour, a Vassal King should be handling various affairs concerning his fief with his subordinates, yet King Fan was still in the rear chambers waiting for the guards to bring doctors in for treatment... It seemed his body was really at its limit!

With growing curiosity, they arrived at the entrance of the sleeping quarters, where the fragrance was even stronger.

They were left waiting at the entrance of the sleeping quarters. A guard went in to report to the eunuch inside, and after a while, three eunuchs came out, all appearing to be quite young. Their demeanor was much more cordial than the guards, at least friendly and without a stern demeanor.

"Are these the Divine Doctors who have traveled from elsewhere to our Fan Country?" The leading eunuch, with a clean-shaven face appearing in his early twenties, said, smiling so his eyes bent like crescent moons, "Indeed, they possess an extraordinary aura, not something a typical doctor would have!

We serve the Prince in daily life, and couldn’t leave, so we sent the mansion guards to fetch you. I hope they were courteous?

Come with me; our Prince is waiting inside. Please don’t hold back later and show us your best medical skills, Divine Doctors."