Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 703 - 702: A Clear Death

Upon hearing this, the guards looked at each other in dismay.

From the days when they followed the arrangements of Lin Kun and Hong Liu’er, and began to secretly plot today’s events, those who were originally able to enter the inner mansion were gradually controlled by them, and now only those who were meant to serve in the outer mansion or even outside the Prince Mansion were present.

In these ten or so years, they have met the Prince only a few times, not even aware of details like whether he uses a brazier, and such things were completely unknown to them.

While they were silently using their eyes to question each other, a guest who had never spoken suddenly opened his mouth.

"He never uses a brazier!" The guest who had been trembling and dared not make a sound spoke up with unexpected courage. "I have been in the Prince Mansion long enough, ever since the weather turned cold, he has always dressed thinner than everyone else.

Later, as the weather grew colder, even if we were drunk every day, we couldn’t stand it; we always needed a brazier in the house.

At that time, my mind was clearer than now, and I never thought I was considered a medicine man by others. I wanted to please my master, seeing that he had no brazier, I deliberately moved mine over to him, but he threw both the brazier and me out!"

Once he spoke, it’s as if a strange floodgate was opened, and the fearful, silent guests started to speak up all at once, adding more to the conversation.

"Yes! Not only does he not want a brazier, but he doesn’t allow torches or oil lamps near him either! So does he have something on him that’s especially afraid of fire?"

"Also! One time someone presented several koi fish, and when the fish bowl was brought for him to admire, the koi suddenly flapped, splashing water all over the people around... I watched as the water trickled down his face, never gathering together!

That, that is not what live human skin should look like, is it?!"

The counterfeit Prince Lan straightened his neck, angrily glaring at the chattering guests, grinding his teeth: "I truly regret not removing all you dimwits earlier; I should have gotten rid of you long ago!"

As he spoke, someone who had left returned with a brazier, and following Lu Qing’s instructions, placed the braziers around the counterfeit Prince Lan.

The counterfeit Prince Lan’s face was full of resistance, wishing he could kick those braziers far away.

Unfortunately, he could only stiffen his neck and face upward, his limbs paralyzed and unresponsive, preventing him from acting.

The braziers burned fiercely, occasionally making crackling sounds as the charcoal exploded, and though the individual braziers were small, together their heat was substantial, soon causing the air around the impostor to tremble slightly from the heat.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the face of the Prince Lan, slumped in the chair, gradually began to change—it seemed to slowly melt under the waves of heat around him...

Initially, the deep and slightly rigid wrinkles on his wrinkled cheeks miraculously faded and smoothed, then the entire cheek began sagging downward.

Before long, the impostor’s face seemed to be covered by a layer of distorted material, even obscuring his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.

Everyone looked aghast, and several guards even reached for their sword hilts as if ready to draw at any moment.

As the surrounding braziers continued to heat, that layer continued to melt, spreading and flowing outward from the center of the face, dripping down the impostor’s cheeks and jaw, onto the robes’ collar and hem, solidifying into a messy pattern of wax stains.

Gradually, a nose emerged from the chaos, followed slowly by the appearance of cheeks, eyes, and mouth.

A completely unfamiliar face slowly appeared beneath the layer of wax, gradually revealing itself fully.

Though the impostor Prince Lan’s appearance was already much leaner than the old guards remembered, when the face was revealed, everyone found he was actually even more gaunt than the disguised look, and appeared much younger than the real Prince Lan.

The person’s appearance bore no resemblance to Prince Lan, with cold, triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips.

Coupled with his dusky yellow skin tone and slightly sunken cheeks, his features immediately reminded everyone of Fan Country—an extremely representative look for Lan Country.

At this point, the old guards, who were previously clutching their sword hilts, decisively drew their swords, pointing them at the impostor who had revealed his true face.

With the disguise gone, the counterfeit Prince Lan naturally understood that any further explanation would be futile; everything he meticulously planned was now completely in ruins.

He didn’t even look at Lin Kun and Chang Yu, as the reason for these two plotting their return was obvious, his triangular eyes fixed on Lu Qing and Zhu Yu, staring at these complete strangers who clearly from their speech were not from Lan Country.

"I know, now you want to kill me as easily as chopping vegetables, but I won’t resign to dying so bewilderedly, so unclear and unresolved!

Who are you?!" he asked through clenched teeth, "Why go through such pain to wreck my plans, exactly what does this benefit you?!"

"Rest assured, today you will die, and I will ensure it’s clear and without doubt." Lu Qing smiled faintly, raising his hand slowly to peel off the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.

After removing the false skin, the surrounding gazes quickly turned towards him.

To those around, Lu Qing’s appearance was unfamiliar, never seen before; though originally looking plain and inconspicuous, the sudden removal of the mask to reveal a handsome face made it hard for people not to look twice.

Unlike everyone else was the counterfeit Prince Lan.

When Lu Qing reached to peel away the mask, he had no excess reaction, as earlier there was Chang Yu unveiling his disguise, so another man having a different face now was not surprising.

Yet, upon seeing Lu Qing’s appearance, the shock in his gaze was evident, revealing his entire inner world at that moment.

If not for being completely limp from the sedative, he might have leaped from his chair.