These words, when spoken, were obviously a challenge and threat that any listener would easily discern.
Zhu Yu couldn’t help but glance at Yan Daoxin, feeling that his approach was sowhat risky.
She understood Yan Daoxin’s considerations, sure that this King Fan had seen countless doctors and witch doctors over the past year, those truly skilled and those who were just charlatans, were probably plenty.
If he didn’t show a bit of arrogance, he might find it hard to earn the other’s trust.
On the other hand, from all the rumors they had heard, it seed that no doctor had ever truly left unscathed after treating King Fan.
The state of King Fan appeared so bizarre that even if Yan Daoxin could cure him, would the king worry about his reputation being tarnished and decide to silence him? It’s hard to say.
Yan Daoxin’s words served as a warning to King Fan, letting him know that the people before him were not ordinary doctors to be easily disposed of if he wished silencing them.
Doing so was naturally necessary and quite reasonable, but...
What exactly was King Fan’s way of handling things was unknown; what if these words directly angered him, and in his rage, he ordered his guards to drag them away and behead them?
At this point, Zhu Yu could only silently hope in her heart that King Fan wasn’t soone easily angered, valued his life, and wouldn’t act impulsively.
Upon hearing Yan Daoxin’s words, King Fan did not speak imdiately. Instead, he scrutinized him with his bulging eyes, his expression making it hard to discern his emotions.
"Hahaha, indeed a famous teacher produces outstanding students. The apprentice of the Qi Yun Mountain People speaks differently!" After a mont of silence, King Fan suddenly laughed, nodding at Yan Daoxin, "You have the courage, so you’d better have the dical skills to match, or else..."
Zhu Yu lowered her eyes, waiting for the words following "or else," guessing that they wouldn’t be kind, but after waiting, nothing followed. She couldn’t help but look up and found that sothing wasn’t right.
King Fan was leaning there, motionless as if struck by an immobilization technique, only his eyes remained lively.
His face was bright red, far more severe than before, with his chest heaving violently, and his nostrils flaring, creating an indescribable feeling.
The eunuch beside him understood imdiately what was happening, hurriedly stepped forward to support King Fan, leading him into the inner hall.
Yan Daoxin observed all of this, now waiting for the other eunuch to call him in to examine King Fan’s pulse, apply acupuncture, or use dicine to relieve the sudden symptoms.
However, that eunuch rely lowered the gauze curtain and hurriedly ran off.
The five remaining people exchanged bewildered glances, sowhat confused.
"What’s going on?" Zhu Yu wondered.
Yan Daoxin shrugged: "Probably has a familiar thod to quickly relieve King Fan."
Zhu Yu furrowed her brows, stayed silent for a mont, and looked around. Seeing no one around, with King Fan supported by two eunuchs into the inner hall without a sound, she moved closer to Lu Qing.
She knew Lu Qing had excellent hearing, so she whispered, "I feel sothing’s amiss...
Normally, in the front courtyard, runes, Fu Lu should have already been intercepted, right?"
"There are many witch doctors here, as Yan Daoxin ntioned, they practice more witchcraft than dicine and often need to perform rituals, inevitably carrying protectors.
But to not even question or stop us is really unusual, after all, this is the Prince Mansion." Lu Qing nodded slightly, whispering back.
"Another thing," Zhu Yu continued, "from front to back in the mansion, have you seen a place that reflects an image, like a pond?
This bedchamber is full of draped gauze, all impeding vision, almost as if...they don’t want the prince to see his reflection.
Despite the mansion’s guards being arrogant externally while being slack with outsiders, combined with the strange layout here..."
She looked at Lu Qing with concern, although separated by the curtain and unable to see his expression: "I’m worried, not only do we want to see the prince, soone else wants us to see him too.
Could we have fallen into soone’s trap?"
"No need to worry, when the cart is at the mountain, there will be a way; going with the flow is also a strategy." The veil on Lu Qing’s hat trembled slightly; clearly, he shook his head gently inside.
Since Lu Qing was aware of the situation, Zhu Yu felt relieved, knowing that Lu Qing would never do anything reckless, and soone already taking preventive asures ant she didn’t need to worry.
A little while later, several people entered from outside, the eunuch who left earlier returned with two other eunuchs, each holding onto a well-dressed woman.
Judging by their attire, they seed to be concubines from the back courtyard of the Fanwang Mansion, but their terrified expressions seed off.
More importantly, King Fan’s earlier state was clearly unwell; even if a lesser-skilled witch doctor or a bowl of dicinal soup was brought, it would make sense.
But bringing two panicked won...for what purpose?
Zhu Yu instinctively had an answer, after all, they were in a vassal king’s chamber, eunuchs rushing to bring won, coupled with the king’s complexion...
Though this answer was quite irrational, so absurd that even realizing it, she didn’t want to accept its possibility.
Soon, reality taught her—sotis, believing your eyes, no matter how absurd or beyond common sense, can be necessary.
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