Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 516 - 515: Letting Him Go

These guards were indeed hired by outsiders, so they had no loyalty towards King Fan. They had no objection to the nephew of King Fan, who had suddenly stepped out to take charge despite being sidelined for so long. Deep down, they all understood that everyone was just a puppet, playing different roles.

The nephew of King Fan also knew that he couldn’t truly command these people.

They were nothing more than a ragtag group, each with their own agenda and intentions.

In this way, they made a fuss all through the night. By midnight, those who were tired were asleep, and those who were drunk had passed out, sprawling all over.

Fu Wen leaned his face against the air vent, observed outside for a long time, and confirmed that those people were all dead asleep. He turned to his brother beside him and said, "Tonight, we must stay alert.

If anyone tries to cause trouble at this critical moment, those filthy scoundrels outside won’t be of any use!"

"Don’t worry!" Fu Lu nodded, raising his tightly bound hands, "Just a few loops of lousy ropes; breaking loose is like child’s play. If you hadn’t forbidden it, none of us here would be bound by ropes now.

I’ve been holding back so much frustration along this journey, I’m just waiting for someone to give me an excuse to break free and have a good fight, to stretch my muscles!

Being cooped up in this carriage all along, my bones are nearly rusting!"

"You two need not worry; we will be fine," Zhu Yu shook her head at the two brothers, "Just stay put.

If anyone tries to ambush us at night, even if those men are drunk, they’ll jump up and protect us.

If something happens to us midway, the blame for the vassal king’s death won’t fall on us. Their previous play would go to waste, and they wouldn’t be able to account to their true master behind the scenes.

So they fear someone might suddenly harm us more than we do."

After saying this, she turned to look at Lu Qing, asking his opinion.

"Hmm, precisely," Lu Qing nodded with a smile, "Considering the journey so far, we should be close to Qinzhou by now."

"Qinzhou?" Zhu Yu was taken aback, feeling a strange familiarity with the name. Then she remembered, no wonder it sounded familiar; back when Situ Jing was demoted to a lower rank by Lu Qing’s report in the Li State camp, ultimately being reassigned to an even more remote Qinzhou as the Capital City Captain!

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt much more at ease.

"You drank quite a lot of water earlier, right?" Lu Qing looked at Fu Wen, "If you need to relieve yourself at night, shout loud enough; those drunk people might not hear otherwise."

Fu Wen immediately understood, nodding quickly, "Understood, sir!"

The area they were in was incredibly complex; though Jin Country’s troops couldn’t easily cross borders, the same went for Fan Country. However, spies in the dark were unpredictable.

What needed tight security in the past was now something they could exploit.

After a while, Fu Wen felt the time was ripe, so he inhaled deeply, steadied his breath, and shouted loudly, "Someone, someone! Hurry, come over! Hurry up!"

His voice was extremely loud, louder than usual, seeming exceptionally clear in the stillness of the nighttime.

Even though the guards had brought some alcohol, there were many people and little liquor, so they were only at a muddled level at best, pretending madness under the influence for half the night—far from being dead drunk and insensible.

So, caught off guard by Fu Wen’s sudden shout, the guards nearest him were startled, jumping up from the ground, feeling for their swords, staring around in confusion, before realizing it was someone in the prisoner carriage shouting, and there was no real threat, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

As they relaxed, some of the guards were also somewhat annoyed, having been scared awake from sound sleep.

They got up and rushed to the prisoner carriage, hitting the roof with the back of their knives: "In the middle of the night, why are you shouting?! Die quietly if you must! What a fuss!"

"Nature calls! I need to relieve myself! Can’t hold it any longer!" Fu Wen responded loudly.

"Why act out in the middle of the night! Just pee in the carriage!" The guard outside shouted irritably.

"That won’t do! My master is Prince Xiaoyao himself! What boldness do you have to make me pee in this prisoner carriage?

Aren’t you afraid once in the Capital, the Holy Emperor sees such shameful treatment of his son, impulsively beheading you without even asking for explanations?!" Fu Wen retorted angrily.

The guards looked at each other, somewhat conflicted, disliking the idea of taking him out late at night to the woods to relieve himself, fearing mishap near the Jin Country borders they couldn’t contain.

While they were struggling, the nephew of King Fan had also awakened, groggily poking his head out of his comfortable carriage, asking the guards outside, "What’s the commotion in the middle of the night?

After drinking some, have you not had enough of the fuss for half the night?!"

The guard looked at him irritably but couldn’t be too disrespectful as he was their current leader, pointing to the prisoner carriage reluctantly: "They say he needs to pee, but refuses to do it in the carriage!"

On this note, King Fan’s nephew hurriedly waved his hand, "Don’t mess around! There’s a prince inside! Take more people and keep an eye on him; he’s just peeing, he can’t grow wings and fly away!"

Since he said so, the guards couldn’t do much more, reluctantly going to the prisoner carriage and pulling Fu Wen out, surrounding him with four or five men and taking him to the woods nearby.

Zhu Yu carefully listened to the outside sounds, faintly hearing Fu Wen saying he needed to go further, too close made him shy and couldn’t pee.

After possibly going further, Zhu Yu could hear no more sounds except other drunk guards’ snores rising and falling.

Zhu Yu sighed, truly a rabble, sleeping soundly in the wilderness after drinking, lacking any vigilance typical of guards.

After some time, rustling noises came, and Fu Lu approached the air vent, looked outside, nodded to Lu Qing, "Sir, my brother is back."