Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 709 - 708: Revitalizing the Art of Medicine

Of course, Zhu Yu didn’t actually know how to create any Truth-telling Pill, so that "messenger" who bewildered the impersonated Prince Lan at the Prince Lan Mansion was naturally a subordinate of Situ Jing in disguise.

After dispatching the real messenger, Lu Qing intended to generously reward the Squad Leader whose performance was convincingly authentic. However, the Squad Leader politely declined, stating that the general had instructed that during their stay here, Lord Imperial Censor’s orders were equivalent to those of the general himself, and since he was following the general’s orders, there was no need for any reward.

Despite Lu Qing’s sincere intentions to reward him, the discipline among Situ Jing’s subordinates was strict. When they said they didn’t want it, they meant it, refusing to compromise no matter what Lu Qing said, so he let it be.

After over half a month, the supporting members of the imposter in the capital were mostly cleared out. That person was originally guilty, often suspicious, and thus untrusting of others, resulting in few supporters. This matter didn’t require much effort from them.

As for him, he endured outside the Prince Lan Mansion for over a month before finally dying. During this time, he was pelted with stones and bricks by the suffering citizens of the capital, leaving him covered in wounds.

It wasn’t until his death that Zhu Yu realized one thing.

"We don’t even know his name!" She suddenly remembered this one night before going to sleep, her slightly heavy eyelids instantly snapping open.

Lu Qing wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and pulled her closer: "A creature like that, knowing his name would only sully your ears. It’s better not to ask."

With that, he buried his face in Zhu Yu’s untied hair and fell silent, seeming to have fallen asleep.

Zhu Yu thought about it and agreed that it didn’t matter who he was as long as their deep hatred was avenged.

Unless she wanted to erect a plaque for her enemy, right?!

So she stopped dwelling on it and quickly drifted off to sleep.

By the time Mu Hong was brought from his small wooden building to the Capital, the poisonous incense that had been burning everywhere had dissipated, and all the places of indulgence along the way had been dispersed by Chang Yu under his grandfather’s orders, like birds and beasts scattering, leaving rows of empty little buildings.

Mu Hong hadn’t left his small wooden building for twenty years. Being suddenly brought out to the capital made him nervous the entire way. But upon reaching the Prince Lan Mansion and seeing the imposter who was the culprit behind his family’s ruin, he forgot his fears, shaking his white beard and hurling stones until he was exhausted.

When he finally met Lu Qing and Zhu Yu, he felt somewhat relieved. After all, for the past twenty years, he had been hiding alone; the only people he had come to trust were Lu Qing and his three servants.

Even knowing that Chang Yu was the true legitimate grandson of Prince Lan and the future ruler of Lan Country, he still revered Lu Qing and his group the most.

Fortunately, Chang Yu wasn’t petty. He didn’t mind and instead valued Mu Hong significantly after learning of his abilities and the Mu family’s past endeavors. He hoped to help Mu Hong revive his family business, hoping one day Mu Hong could recreate dyes and scents that would bring renown back to Lan, just like the Mu family used to.

Mu Hong, who thought he would live a mouse’s life forever, didn’t expect to not only see the light of day again but also have the chance to pass on his well-honed skills, letting them flourish once more. He was thoroughly excited.

After calming down, Lu Qing asked, "When you and your father were coerced into making those poisonous scents, do you still know how to mix them?"

"Yes, with enough materials, I can still recreate them," Mu Hong nodded firmly, but quickly added, "But in this life, I will never again create such immoral and harmful things!"

"Rest assured, I didn’t plan to ask you to make those poisonous scents," Lu Qing signaled him to stay calm. "I want to know if you can use the same scent to create an antidote that can pass for the original."

Mu Hong was stunned by this question. After a moment of thought, the initially somewhat vacant look in his eyes began to brighten. "I never thought of doing it that way... If successful, it could quietly help those poisoned without their awareness or belief in others’ words!

I am willing to try!"

"Good. Whatever you need, just say the word. I’ll figure out how to make it happen. You just focus on creating the antidote I need." Lu Qing was very satisfied with his response and nodded.

Since then, Mu Hong secluded himself again, but this time it was in a courtyard that Chang Yu specially arranged for him, not a dark and stuffy underground chamber.

Lu Qing also sent Liao Yu and another of Situ Jing’s subordinates to assist Mu Hong and provide some protection.

After all, Mu Hong was incredibly valuable to them at this time.

While assisting Chang Yu in dealing with the enormous mess in Lan Country, Zhu Yu gradually realized a problem.

"Originally, how was your medical skill level in Lan Country?" she asked Chang Yu, only realizing after the question that he was not the right person to ask, as he had grown up in a mountain stronghold and couldn’t know the answer to this.

So she shifted her gaze to Lin Kun beside her.

Knowing the Young Master couldn’t answer, Lin Kun quickly responded when Zhu Yu’s gaze reached him: "In the past, our medicine was medium-level, following the orthodox Jin Country practices. It wasn’t outstanding, but it was sufficient to handle common ailments.

Moreover, our climate is suitable, with no shortage of rain, and many medicinal herbs can be cultivated, so there was never a scarcity of medicine or doctors."

"But now in Lan Country, there are hardly any proper medical halls or doctors," Zhu Yu reminded him, or rather reminded Chang Yu. "When we arrived in Lan Country, it was clear that everything was geared towards producing the ingredients needed for Bhutanese witchcraft medicine, and traditional medicine was being replaced by Bhutanese witch doctors.

In the long run, this is unsustainable; humans eat grains and inevitably suffer minor illnesses. If untreated, during bad harvest years, it could easily spread and turn into an epidemic, bringing disaster."

Chang Yu nodded repeatedly at her words. After some discussion, they decided he would issue an order in the name of Prince Lan, recruiting those skilled in traditional arts within Lan Country to establish medical halls everywhere, encouraging them to take apprentices and pass on medical skills, ensuring the people of Lan Country could enjoy good health and well-being.