Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 691 - 690: Fell for It

"That impostor just now has seen what we brought. What did he say to you?" Zhu Yu tugged at Lu Qing’s sleeve, asking about the thing she was most curious about outside earlier.

"I told him that I originally worked for the old steward of the Immortal Castle, helping to manage Chang’e Drunk. When something happened at the Immortal Castle, I secretly moved some seedlings out, carefully nurtured them until I was sure they could survive and continue to propagate, and only then did I bring the processed ones to seek an audience," Lu Qing replied.

"Did he believe you?"

"Initially, he must have had some doubts and asked a lot about how to cultivate Chang’e Drunk." Lu Qing smiled. "Fortunately, Yan Daoxin told us a lot about this before, so I could respond to the impostor’s questions. It looks like he couldn’t ask for more details, so I should have managed to get through.

However, even after passing the first hurdle, it might not be smooth sailing from here. That impostor is definitely not someone who trusts easily. After all, having committed countless misdeeds over the years, he is bound to be guilty and suspicious.

When we meet him tomorrow, he might think of some new way to handle us, so we need to stay vigilant at all times..."

As Lu Qing spoke, his words gradually trailed off, and he frowned slightly, looking at Zhu Yu beside him.

Zhu Yu looked somewhat strange.

Her posture was still the same as before, with one arm resting on the table, her hand supporting her cheek, listening to Lu Qing speak.

But now, her face was flushed, her eyes appeared a bit glazed, and she had a faint smile at the corners of her mouth while looking at Lu Qing, making Lu Qing feel momentarily dazzled.

Just as Lu Qing was about to ask Zhu Yu if she was feeling unwell or if something was wrong, he saw Zhu Yu sniffing like a cat that had smelled fish and moving closer to Lu Qing, directly putting her face near Lu Qing’s neck.

"Chief Historian Yu, what are you doing..." Lu Qing reached out to try to hold Zhu Yu back, only to find that although her movements were slow, she had quite a bit of strength. If he wanted to push her away, he would have to use some serious effort.

"You smell... so nice..." Zhu Yu murmured with a dazed look and a smile on her face as if she were intoxicated. "Smells good... I love the smell... Let me get closer and take a sniff..."

Lu Qing tried to pull her away, but it was as if she was magnetically attached to him, and he couldn’t pull her off. Her nose was nuzzling against his neck as if she had really found some exceptionally good fragrance, sniffing non-stop.

Lu Qing didn’t dare to use too much force. He knew that Zhu Yu must be in a state of delirium and feared that if he used too much force, he might accidentally hurt her. So, he had no choice but to let her cling to his neck like a cat acting adorable, sniffing and cuddling.

"Did she encounter the flower mist the dancing girls were sprinkling outside earlier?" Lu Qing recalled what Zhu Yu had mentioned earlier and asked Chang Yu, who had jumped up from his chair in surprise.

Chang Yu quickly nodded. "Chief Historian Yu thought that stuff might be problematic, so he immediately pushed me under the table. When he crouched down himself, he was a bit slow and seemed to have gotten some on his hands and face.

We have things on our faces, so it shouldn’t be a problem. If there’s anything amiss, it’s probably because it got on his hands.

However... those people outside obviously went wrong very quickly, but Chief Historian Yu looked quite normal all along..."

"We previously took detoxification pills. It seems they can temporarily suppress the flower mist’s effects but can’t completely neutralize them." Lu Qing frowned, roughly guessing the situation.

Chang Yu watched as Zhu Yu, resembling a monkey climbing a tree, clung to Lu Qing, the ’tree,’ and was so scared that he retreated a few steps, his tongue getting tangled as he spoke. "What... what kind of insidious poison is this?

How... how does it make the victim not only act irrational around women but also behave this way towards, towards men..."

He spoke while retreating, his eyes filled with nervousness, as if afraid that Zhu Yu might suddenly let go of Lu Qing and turn towards him.

Lu Qing felt a bit helpless. In this situation, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He could only hug Zhu Yu and sigh, speaking to the panic-stricken Chang Yu, "Don’t panic. Her behavior is indeed related to the flower mist, but... she won’t do anything inappropriate to you.

Because she is my wife."

As soon as he said this, Chang Yu was stunned. He looked at Lu Qing in surprise, his mouth agape. "So... Chief Historian Yu... is actually... a woman?"

"Our Jin Country has no peculiar customs of marrying men as wives," Lu Qing said with a bit of exasperation.

Chang Yu blushed in embarrassment at his words, then quickly recovered, stammering, "I didn’t know before, I never expected... never expected...

So, so if that’s the case, I’ll, I’ll leave first. There’s plenty of space outside, and it should accommodate me just fine."

After speaking, he hurriedly turned around, quickly left the room, and closed the door behind him.

Lu Qing looked at the door that had been shut again and sighed helplessly.

Originally, he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone this secret, but due to the circumstances, he had no choice but to reveal it to Chang Yu.

Now, with no one else around, he finally could handle Zhu Yu who was clinging to him.

Zhu Yu’s breath was much warmer than usual, hot on his neck, making him inexplicably feel a shiver running through him.

Lu Qing walked to the bed, pulled Zhu Yu off himself, and wrapped her into a ’spring roll’ with a quilt, lying beside her, placing his fingers on her neck to feel her pulse.

Caught off guard by the restraint, Zhu Yu, still groggy, tried to wriggle free but couldn’t. Like an eel, she twisted and turned, persistently trying to snuggle into Lu Qing’s embrace, like someone freezing cold sensing a nearby heater.

Lu Qing chuckled bitterly, tightened the quilt around her, and hugged the ’roll’ of Zhu Yu, using one hand to steady the back of her head, preventing her from moving.

"I secretly hoped you would take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms like this before." He sighed, bracing his chin against the top of Zhu Yu’s head, "But not like this.

What you’re doing now isn’t of your own volition. Although I never considered myself a sanctimonious gentleman, I’m not indecent enough to take advantage of my own wife.

So... just sleep well.

I can’t bring myself to knock you out."