Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!

Chapter 706 - 705: The Culprit Behind the Disaster

"Before he joined forces with Zhao Bi, he indeed thought that way." Lu Qing nodded and said to the fake Prince Lan, "But as their interests became entangled, he also uncovered a fact he had not realized before through his dealings with Zhao Bi, and naturally, he reconciled with Zhao Bi."

"What...? What fact?" The fake Prince Lan’s expression turned a bit peculiar.

"The fact is, you are the one responsible for your master’s death."

"Nonsense!" The fake Prince Lan’s breathing became erratic. Clearly, this was the statement he dreaded hearing the most, and he instinctively resisted it, unable to maintain his composure. "Back then, it was Zhao Bi who led people to slaughter our sect, and Yishaen knew that very well!

Out of the entire sect, only the two of us escaped. It’s only been twenty-odd years. Has he forgotten?! Or is he so blinded by greed that he deliberately chooses not to remember?!

Clearly, Zhao Bi was our sect’s greatest enemy, a man who turned on us after crossing the bridge and killed us after our use!

To protect himself from Emperor Jin’s wrath, he deliberately wiped us out, fearing we would reveal he was the mastermind behind it all!

Yishaen said at the time that we carried the blood feud of our entire sect and must one day repay Emperor Jin with blood, and kill that old bastard Zhao Bi, using his blood to pay tribute to our sect!

It’s all Zhao Bi’s fault! What does it have to do with me!"

It was clear that being accused of being the one responsible for his master’s death hit the fake Prince Lan’s sore spot, sending him into a near-hysterical state, speaking almost in shouts as if to bolster his resolve.

Zhu Yu turned his head and laughed.

Earlier, someone was denying vividly, claiming that Emperor Jin was the mastermind who ordered the killing of Lu Qing’s entire family. Yet now, hitting a sore point of guilt, his words differed vastly from before, indirectly admitting that the inhumane conspiracy against Lu Qing’s family was indeed orchestrated by Duke Yan.

"You also said that was your past belief." Lu Qing smiled more confidently, "People change, and so do goals and beliefs.

Your younger fellow apprentice wanted to seize the throne, and his little tricks were clearly insufficient to succeed.

Zhao Bi wields power across the court and is part of the royal family. When he stomps his foot, the entire Da Jin trembles thrice.

If Yishaen wants to rise to power, he must have Zhao Bi’s assistance.

It was during their collusion that Yishaen realized if it weren’t for your choice to use the blood of the Jade Snowbird so blatantly, immediately exposing the mastermind’s connection to Bhutan and not just anyone from Bhutan, your sect might not have been fully exposed, forcing Zhao Bi’s hand to eliminate threats entirely.

If it were not for your mistake, Zhao Bi might have continued to depend on your sect to work for him. You would have been valued, and your master wouldn’t have his head displayed on the city gates.

So, ultimately, the root of all problems lies with you."

"It’s not me! It can’t be me!" yelled the fake Prince Lan.

"No, it is you. It could only be you.

Even if it wasn’t you in the past, now all the blame must fall on you." Lu Qing stared into the fake’s eyes, "No matter what Zhao Bi did before, now he wields supreme power and commands with a single call.

By aligning with Zhao Bi, Yishaen’s ambition could achieve greater momentum, and he could receive perhaps bigger and better rewards than he originally hoped for.

And what about you? Besides tormenting the people of Lan Country, severely damaging national strength, and providing your younger fellow apprentice with a fair amount of witchcraft medicine and poisonous incense, what else can you do for him?"

Lu Qing smirked, looking at the pale-faced fake Prince Lan, watching his weak body and limbs tremble slightly from overwhelming anger: "Perhaps Yishaen doesn’t want anyone, but at least for him, Zhao Bi still holds reciprocal value.

And you?

You are merely a tool, used conveniently now, but easily discarded whenever a better substitute appears."

The fake Prince Lan glared at Lu Qing, almost bursting his eye sockets with the intensity, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. If he weren’t still numb and weak, he might have already leapt up to attack Lu Qing.

All these years, he was always the diligent but not particularly talented disciple in his master’s eyes. Although the senior disciple of the sect, he was never as outstanding as his younger fellow apprentice, thus not receiving much reverence or respect from the other disciples.

Many important tasks assigned by the master would be entrusted to Yishaen for the sake of reliability, and whenever the other disciples encountered difficult problems, they never turned to him, the senior disciple, first.

Occasionally, someone would look for him, only to start with, "Senior brother, have you seen where the second brother is?"

Whenever the master mentioned him, it was always with a sigh, lamenting that he exerted more effort than others but with half the result.

Yet when talking about his younger fellow apprentice Yishaen, the master’s eyes would light up with pride and delight.

So all those years, he was always fearful that one day the master would pass the leadership of the entire sect to Yishaen, making himself a laughing stock, looked down upon by everyone.

At the same time, he also worried that Yishaen’s mind and ambition seemed to extend beyond what a small sect in Lan Country could satisfy.

If that time came, and Yishaen didn’t care for the small world within the sect and sought greater achievements outside, then the master would rather choose other disciples to lead the sect than himself. Wouldn’t that make him even more pathetic?

It was this anxiety and worry that tormented him day and night, driving his desperate pursuit of an opportunity to prove himself, to show that he was no less than his younger fellow apprentice.

Even if that opportunity carried great risk, requiring the use of the forbidden Jade Snowbird even in Bhutan, and even if he had to bear the guilt of poisoning an entire family of heroes, he accepted it without hesitation.

He thought that through this ordeal, he could establish his authority within the sect, becoming a disciple loved by the master just as much as Yishaen, and perhaps secure opportunities for rapid advancement in Jin Country through his relationship with Zhao Bi.

However, unexpectedly, after he poisoned the entire Lu family, instead of receiving praise and commendation, he faced the extermination of his sect, narrowly escaping himself, and after twenty years of suffering, now it seems that everything he once dreamed of is to be realized by his younger fellow apprentice in the end?!