Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 512 - 511: He Is Very Nervous

In the middle of the courtyard, there was an Arhat Bed, and on the Arhat Bed lay a corpse covered with silk. It was undoubtedly the deceased King Fan. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Behind the Arhat Bed stood a man who appeared to be in his thirties, wearing a plain white robe with wide sleeves. He was dark-skinned and thin, with a small stature.

Judging by his attire, it seemed as if he had long anticipated that a funeral would be held today at the Fanwang Mansion.

His complexion looked terrible, the muscles on his cheeks seemed stiff, yet his eyes were fixed firmly on the group entering from outside, swallowing hard a few times.

This man was very nervous.

Zhu Yu silently observed everything before her, arriving at a conclusion in her heart.

This was interesting.

Seeing the other so nervous, Zhu Yu gradually relaxed instead.

It seemed everything was unfolding just as Lu Qing had speculated, which meant that they were still within an elaborate play orchestrated by the other party, and until this play concluded, they were indeed safe.

She took another look at the person standing behind the Arhat Bed, speculating about his identity.

That was likely the nephew who, due to various reservations, was not allowed by King Fan to come to the Prince Mansion until just recently?

Seeing him standing there, so nervous that he was almost trembling, indeed had the look of a puppet.

However, it now seemed she had been mistaken before.

Zhu Yu initially thought King Fan was a puppet of the High Priest, and that this so-called nephew was nothing but a facade, with the High Priest actually scheming for King Fan’s throne.

If one day King Fan were to die, the High Priest would naturally ascend the throne under the pretense that the nephew had no merits or abilities.

If that were the case, he certainly wouldn’t allow the so-called nephew to show his face.

It seemed the plotter of all this desired far more than just the land of Bhutan.

Thinking of this, the question that had been lingering in her heart resurfaced— the deceased in the closed room, whom the trusted guards beside King Fan could confirm, was indeed the Red High Priest who always followed King Fan.

However, logically speaking, this High Priest should have been the mastermind behind it all, and there was no sign of disguise or fraud on the corpse.

If the deceased was indeed the seemingly manipulative High Priest, then clearly, there were others hidden deeper, orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

This went along with her and Lu Qing’s previous banter— in this grand scheme, everyone thought they were the mantis stalking the cicada, only to find they might just be the cicada themselves.

The five of them were brought before the Arhat Bed. The man in white standing behind nodded to the lead guard, who then stepped forward and swiftly uncovered the white cloth on the Arhat Bed.

The corpse lying across the Arhat Bed indeed belonged to King Fan.

His bulging eyes were wide open, staring lifelessly at the sky above, with remnants of black blood still tracing his nostrils and mouth.

King Fan’s corpse was thus exposed under the glaring sun, yet no one around seemed to find anything inappropriate about it, unable to show any respect for the deceased King Fan.

"Audacious quack doctors! My uncle was strong and healthy, but was deceived by your vile words, allowing you into the mansion to treat him.

After learning about this, I intended to come personally to dissuade him, but was a step too late. He was killed by you all!

Today, I shall execute you five quacks on the spot to seek justice for my uncle!

Men, bring forth the executioners! I will have your heads fall in front of my uncle today to console his spirit in heaven!"

The people standing by lazily responded, dragging their feet as they walked out.

Watching the two almost walk far away, Lu Qing remained calm, standing with his hands behind him, silent.

The nephew of King Fan seemed anxious, but given his current role, it was inappropriate for him to speak, leaving him almost overwhelmed with tension.

Just then, he noticed a fifteen or six-year-old boy standing with Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin, who seemed hesitant to speak. Immediately, he pointed over, as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "That person, do you have something to say?!"

Pointed out by him, Zhu Yu sighed. Her hands were tied, unable to gesture, so she could only lift her chin and nod towards King Fan’s corpse on the Arhat Bed: "With the sun so scorching, if you continue to let your uncle’s corpse be exposed like this, it’ll soon start to decay.

Then even if you want someone to examine the corpse to pin the blame on us, it won’t be possible!

At that time, without evidence, you claim we killed him, but we could also say you did it.

To avoid this mess, you’d better wrap the corpse up and store it in a cool, dry place swiftly.

If you can get some ice, even better."

King Fan’s nephew was momentarily stunned, not expecting the words to diverge completely from what he anticipated.

But reminded by Zhu Yu, he suddenly realized his uncle’s body would have further use, quickly calling over a few people to carry King Fan’s corpse and the Arhat Bed to the ice cellar.

"Anything else? Is there nothing more you want to say?" After the Arhat Bed was laboriously carried away, King Fan’s nephew asked again, with a slightly anxious tone, "The executioners will arrive soon."

Zhu Yu could hardly hold back a sigh.

This person, let alone becoming a king of a vassal state, wasn’t even competent enough to engage in petty theft and fraud.

His courage and wits made others shake their heads.

Lu Qing nodded to him somewhat helplessly; if not for not wanting to let the other know they had seen through everything, he would have happily remained silent, watching the clown worry in vain: "Do you know who I am? Just by your ability, not to mention taking my life, even touching a hair of mine would be overstepping."

Upon hearing Lu Qing speak, and with such audacity, the nephew of King Fan wasn’t angry, but instead secretly relieved, promptly asking without hesitation, "What a big mouth! You’d better tell who you are to dare speak so boldly?!"

The swift response indicated he might have rehearsed this many times in his mind.

"Jin Country, Lu Family, Prince Xiaoyao, Lu Qing." Lu Qing slightly raised his head, speaking lightly, "The waist card is in my pocket; have your men fetch it."