Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 675 - 674: Secretive Methods

"No evidence left behind...?" Lu Qing heard this and also noticed some clues from Lin Kun’s wording, "Could it be that after this person gained Prince Lan’s favor, he chose to leave Lan Country?"

"No, he didn’t leave, he just died." Lin Kun shook his head.

The moment these words came out, both Lu Qing and Zhu Yu were taken aback. Obviously, the death of this Divine Doctor was beyond their expectations.

Not only the two of them, but even Chang Yu also looked equally surprised.

Back then, regarding these matters, he hadn’t specifically inquired from the uncles around him, and Lin Kun and others were afraid to bring up the Young Master’s painful memories, so they never voluntarily talked about it. The various aspects of this matter, especially relating to the Divine Doctor, Chang Yu didn’t know much about in the past. This was the first time he heard about it, just like Lu Qing and Zhu Yu.

The mysterious Divine Doctor, from beginning to end of this matter, seemed a very suspicious character, and yet such a person was already known to have died, which left everyone astonished.

"That Divine Doctor’s death was also peculiar." Lin Kun recalled the events of those years, frowning unconsciously, "Initially he was perfectly fine, staying by the Prince’s side and rarely leaving the Prince Mansion. Even if he went out, he was accompanied by our mansion’s guards.

At that time, he was favored by the Prince, and no one dared to risk allowing anything to happen to him, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to explain it to the Prince.

So this person was always well, staying by the Prince’s side for over a year, and suddenly fell ill without warning and died before he could be treated.

The Prince was also greatly affected by this, ordered the Divine Doctor to be buried generously, and then shut himself away for several days. Only after the persistent persuasion of the Princely Heir and several young masters did he reappear, having lost a considerable amount of weight in a few days.

Zhu Yu listened to Lin Kun’s narration, frowning, seemingly pondering something.

Noticing this, Lu Qing waited for Lin Kun to finish, then turned to ask Zhu Yu, "What are you thinking about? Is there something unusual?"

Zhu Yu did not immediately respond to Lu Qing, but after a brief pause, asked Lin Kun, "Guard Lin, do you remember whether the Divine Doctor who only provided prescriptions but not the herbs, making it impossible to find any clues, had any special requirements in his prescriptions?"

Lin Kun was caught off guard by this question.

He remembered the entire matter quite clearly, but when it came to each specific detail, no one had asked about it in the past ten or twenty years, so he naturally hadn’t recalled it repeatedly. For a moment, he really couldn’t answer.

After a strenuous effort in recollection, Lin Kun gradually unearthed some nearly forgotten details from the depths of his memory and had an answer to Zhu Yu’s question.

"The Divine Doctor specifically instructed at the time that his prescription should be cooked in an iron pot by the mansion’s servants who brewed the medicine, and not in the usual ceramic pots used for brewing." He said with certainty, "He mentioned nothing else but emphasized this tremendously.

The servants in the mansion followed his instructions, and later the Prince’s illness was cured, so this matter wasn’t given much importance.

If this esteemed person hadn’t specifically asked if there were any unusual requirements, I might have completely forgotten about it."

Standing aside, Chang Yu listened in confusion, not understanding the significance of what kind of pot should be used for brewing medicine. On the other hand, Zhu Yu’s face showed a sign of realization.

No wonder the person didn’t need to prepare the herbs himself, because the real trick didn’t lie in the herbs themselves; the iron pot was the crucial step.

Typically, ceramic pots are used for brewing medicine because some herbs shouldn’t be cooked in iron pots, as it can alter the medicinal properties.

However, some herbs don’t have specific requirements regarding the material of the container, and using an iron pot for roasting doesn’t matter.

This complexity arises in distinguishing which can and cannot be used with iron, and to prevent apprentices from making mistakes due to insufficient skill, many experienced teachers would instruct their apprentices to use ceramic pots for all herbs to avoid errors.

Clearly, the mysterious Divine Doctor included herbs in his prescription for Prince Lan that should not be brewed in iron pots, turning ordinary substances into something with completely different properties when cooked in an iron pot.

And there are many ways to detoxify, one of them being "fighting poison with poison".

"Can anyone still remember what herbs the Divine Doctor prescribed to Prince Lan back then?" Zhu Yu asked.

This question stumped Lin Kun, who shook his head with some difficulty, then went to ask other guards who were around his age and had experienced these events, but they all shook their heads, unable to recall.

"We are just simple folk, with no understanding of medical theory. Not to mention, the Prince didn’t tell us the prescription back then. Even if he had, after ten or twenty years, we probably wouldn’t remember." Lin Kun said with embarrassment, "I only remember that some of the herbs were quite common, while others were hard to obtain, and the Prince Mansion had to go through a lot of trouble to gather them."

Zhu Yu nodded, showing she understood.

She had actually guessed that there must have been some uncommon herbs. Otherwise, the Prince Lan Mansion’s Medical Officers wouldn’t be negligent; knowing an iron pot would alter the properties of the medicine, they would never dare to use it on the Prince.

Unless they were unfamiliar with these herbs’ properties.

The entire setup bore a striking resemblance to the previous ordeal faced by King Fan, though not identical, the approach was similar.

They provided what was urgently needed at a crucial moment, gaining trust, with methods so secretive that detecting abnormalities was nearly impossible.

It’s a pity that Yan Daoxin isn’t with us now, otherwise, with his understanding of the world’s poisonous herbs, he might figure out more with some inquiries.

Regarding this, Zhu Yu seemed somewhat powerless—making the dead "speak" was her expertise, but when it came to herbs or poisons, her understanding was superficial.

Seeing Zhu Yu wasn’t pressing further about the prescription, Lu Qing pondered for a moment and then asked Lin Kun, "Back then, all of Prince Lan’s sons met untimely deaths.

Before this...was there any discord between them and Prince Lan?"