Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 486 - 485: Yang Supplementing Yin

"Has your King noticed that there’s something quite wrong with this situation?" Yan Daoxin asked.

"No, because the King has always been taking care of his health and nurturing his body, so he felt like after a period of recuperation, he could start practicing Yang Supplementing Yin. He was even quite happy at that time."

Zhu Yu listened to the eunuch’s words, surprised, he looked up at the person speaking and saw that he spoke solemnly. He didn’t seem to be lying, but even had a hint of confusion, as if in his mind, his King should naturally be able to absorb more vitality from women. Why is it that this time it’s simply not working!

"Does the concubine serving die in about half a year... Is this every single one of them or just an occasional coincidence?" Yan Daoxin continued to ask.

"Every, every single one..." The eunuch seemed to also realize that this matter was indeed quite abnormal. But when King Fan was fine, those serving him didn’t bother about the life or death of those concubines since those women meant nothing to them; if the King didn’t care, why should they?

But now that something has happened to the King, and someone is questioning the dead concubines, realizing that every single one of them has indeed died, a strong unease arose in the eunuch’s heart.

"If it really is Yang Supplementing Yin, how can it turn a living person into such a state?!" Yan Daoxin was infuriated upon hearing this, pointing at King Fan on the ground, seemingly grappling with the urge to curse at the eunuch. But considering lives are at stake, now isn’t the time for cursing, he said to the eunuch, "Go fetch the elixir pills your King normally takes to nourish his body! Let me see what kinds of bizarre things he’s actually been eating!"

The eunuch hesitated again, and Zhu Yu quickly pulled him aside: "Why are you not hurrying up! If we don’t figure out the source of the poison, how will our Divine Doctor prescribe the medicine!

Delaying any longer, who knows, your King might cross Naihe Bridge anytime!"

Upon hearing this, the eunuch dared not think further, he scurried off to fetch the medicine, and returned shortly with a scarlet brocade box in his arms, held tightly as if afraid of any mishap.

But when he handed it to Yan Daoxin, Yan Daoxin didn’t share such carefulness for handling it gingerly. He opened the brocade box and saw 11 elixir pills sealed in wax inside, with four empty spots which had evidently been consumed.

Yan Daoxin picked up a wax pill, crushed the outer wax shell, revealing a bright red pellet inside, with a faint medicinal fragrance wafting through the broken wax.

"Where did this come from?" Upon seeing the hue of the pellet and smelling its aroma, Yan Daoxin’s brows knitted into a knot.

"This didn’t come from anywhere, it’s specifically crafted by our High Priest for our King; the ingredients used are extremely rare and many outside people can’t obtain them no matter how hard they try." The eunuch hastily waved his hand, explaining the origin of the pills, "The High Priest used to prepare them intermittently for the King to consume in the near term.

Later, when he was about to retreat, the King asked how long he would be away and what to do about running out of supplements. The High Priest worked tirelessly to make sufficient elixirs for the King before retreating."

Yan Daoxin waved at Zhu Yu: "Help me continue asking him!"

Having said that, he crushed a pellet in his fingers, rubbing it a little, then brought it to his nose carefully to sniff, and tasted a bit with the tip of his tongue, distinguishing it thoughtfully with furrowed brows.

Zhu Yu knew he was in a rush to concoct an antidote, needed to understand the contents of the pill, so couldn’t spare time to interrogate, thus he asked the eunuch: "You said earlier that the concubine serving your King dies in about half a year... What about these two cases today? Perfectly hit the half-year mark?"

"That’s not how it is..." The eunuch shook his head quickly, "Initially, women serving the King might last over half a year, with their vitality waning day by day until they perished.

But gradually, after several months, we noticed that some women only lasted three or four months serving the King before becoming ill-fated. Further down the line, after a few months, women only lived slightly over two months after serving the King.

Later on... and later on it shrank from two months to barely half a month, then to dying every other day, and now... it just... became like this."

"What happens if your King doesn’t find women to serve?" Zhu Yu surmised that behind this gradual weakening and death following exposure, while King Fan appeared increasingly radiant, lay some strong counteraction.

As expected, upon being asked, the eunuch quickly glanced at Yan Daoxin beside him: "If our King doesn’t find women, he becomes lethargic, short of breath, physically weak, and dispirited.

Moreover... even in such a weak state, there’s still an urge to find someone to serve him, that fire can’t be extinguished..."

Zhu Yu frowned, and Yan Daoxin also cast his gaze towards the eunuch, looking oddly at him.

"Our King has noticed lately that this isn’t right, he doesn’t want this to continue, fearing long-term repercussions - after all, as the King of Bhutan, being renowned for indulging in pleasures isn’t exactly reputable.

Additionally... originally selecting a concubine involved assessing family background and appearance; later on, even regular families refused to send daughters into the Prince Mansion, let alone those with good lineage. The further it went, the harder it became to find women sent into the mansion, causing the King greater unease.

However, this matter ultimately isn’t well-spoken of, nor does it sound good, can’t let outsiders know. Meanwhile, the High Priest hasn’t emerged from retreat since, guards were sent several times but weren’t allowed to disturb the retreating High Priest.

Running out of options, the King had to post reward notices outside, claiming strange illness, heavily rewarding capable doctors or witch doctors for diagnosis.

Over a year passed aimlessly with worsening conditions; initially, one woman could stabilize the King’s state, now two are needed... but still no doctor could be found.

Finally encountering you Wandering Divine Doctoring folk today, before we could even finish speaking... it just... again..."

He halted, unable to speak further.