Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 375 - 374: Heaven’s Eyes Are Open

When Yan Shu said this, a dim and sorrowful expression flashed in her eyes, one that Zhu Yu had never seen before, making her feel a pang in her heart.

This marriage was never one she willingly agreed to; she had resolved to sacrifice herself for the well-being of her tribe, only to find out in the end that she had bet on the wrong horse.

Her hopes dashed, yet the marriage could not be called off.

From then on, she would be bound to that world for the rest of her life... Just thinking about it made one feel utterly hopeless.

However, the desolation on Yan Shu’s face didn’t last long; she quickly adjusted her emotions and pulled herself together.

"That’s why I say, Heaven still has eyes! Knowing that this marriage wouldn’t bring me and my father what we expected, it had me, a skillful rider and archer, fall off a horse and injure my leg on that road, leading me to meet you all!

So, I believe this is destiny, and destiny cannot be defied. I feel that Heaven has already placed the path before me; if I can’t see to take it, then I truly deserve whatever happens!"

With these words, she seemed to make up her mind, stood up straight, and waved to Zhu Yu: "Just now that Lu Zhang isn’t here, so I’ll go back to my room and write to my father!"

She said this and then quickly ran back to her room, closing the door, leaving no further news.

Zhu Yu sighed softly, standing under the corridor, lost in thought as she gazed at the wall across.

After a while, Yan Shu returned with two sheets of paper in hand, walked up to Zhu Yu, and directly stuffed them into her hands.

"Aren’t you going to put it in an envelope and seal it?" Zhu Yu was taken aback for a moment, instinctively glancing at the letter in her hand, then quickly looked away.

Yan Shu was amused by her eager avoidance, letting out a chuckle. She took back the sheets filled with writing and waved them in front of Zhu Yu: "Here! You don’t have to avoid it; if you want to read it, go ahead! Take your time! No need to be polite!"

Zhu Yu was left both amused and exasperated by her antics; her gaze inevitably fell on the letter, and she was slightly stunned, realizing Yan Shu had written it in the unique script of the Jie people, which she indeed couldn’t understand.

Seeing Zhu Yu’s sudden realization of her intentions, Yan Shu handed the letter back to her: "I wrote in the Jie script because although my father knows the script of the Central Plains, it’s laborious for him to read, so I wrote this way to make it easier for him, not to guard against you.

You could let someone you trust, who understands the Jie script, see what I’ve written.

In the Central Plains, there’s a saying ’don’t employ those you distrust, don’t distrust those you employ!’ Since I trust you, and hope to use your help to guide my father and our tribe out of difficulty, I can’t be on guard against you.

In short, the future of the Jie people, I leave it in your hands!

If the Jie people really kill and harm others, seize and plunder, then whatever treatment they receive is deserved and not worth bothering about.

But if we haven’t provoked anyone, then for the sake of our friendship, please remind my father, just like you would remind your own, to wake him up and not let him be deceived."

"Alright!" Zhu Yu solemnly nodded to Yan Shu.

For a moment, the two girls put aside the heavy topic and chatted about lighthearted matters under the corridor. After a while, outside the quiet courtyard, noises arose again. Yan Shu’s hand instinctively moved to the whip at her waist, as she slightly pulled Zhu Yu behind her.

"You may have a bold heart and can handle the dead with ease, but when it comes to dealing with the living, you’re not as adept as I am." She worriedly turned her head, instructing, "So if anything goes wrong, find Yan Daoxin quickly, don’t foolishly charge ahead!

Back when we were at your father’s house, my leg was injured, and I couldn’t care for it. Later thinking about it, I was terrified.

This time, it’s not your turn to take risks!"

Zhu Yu felt a warmth in her heart, just about to tell her that she had Yan Daoxin’s protective device with her, ensuring her safety, when she saw the tall figure of a talisman rushing in from outside the moon gate, shouting, "Second Lord, don’t worry, it’s us!"

Zhu Yu and Yan Shu hadn’t even seen who it was before they heard the shout, and both let out a sigh of relief.

"This must have been on Lu Qing’s orders, right?" Yan Shu sighed softly with a bit of envy, watching the talisman return to greet the people behind him after reporting, realizing the intent behind his rushed entrance, "Afraid we wouldn’t know what the commotion outside was about and would feel frightened.

Oh, no, I should say afraid you would be scared, so he specially sent the talisman to inform us."

Zhu Yu also realized that the talisman’s action was indeed as Yan Shu said, aligning with Lu Qing’s usual meticulous nature.

In no time, Lu Qing and his group gradually came in from outside, looking fatigued yet in high spirits.

Zhu Yu approached them, taking a quick scan of Lu Qing as he entered.

Lu Yan was just behind him, so Zhu Yu couldn’t show too much concern, fearing to reveal her feelings, yet she needed to ensure Lu Qing was alright before she could settle down.

Lu Qing caught Zhu Yu’s concerned gaze, the corner of his mouth slightly curling up as he nodded slightly.

Zhu Yu let out a breath, feeling much calmer than when she had rushed down earlier.

Yan Shu, on the other hand, wasn’t as eager; she stood stone-faced behind Zhu Yu, not looking at Lu Zhang at all.

It was rather Lu Zhang, who upon entering behind Lu Qing, was clearly searching for Yan Shu’s figure.

Seeing Yan Shu standing with her head down behind Zhu Yu, not glancing his way, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes but quickly faded.

With a talisman on each side, pressing the old steward along behind them, Lu Yan came in last, a hand on his sword, chest puffed out, looking rather satisfied, surely after being cooped up in this courtyard for so long, completing a task today that made him feel fulfilled.

The old steward seemed to have struggled; now looking exceptionally disheveled, the front of his clothes hanging open, hair a tangled mess, missing part of his beard for some unknown reason, appearing both pitiable and comical, starkly contrasting his arrogant demeanor of days prior.

The talismans found a rope, tying the old steward tightly to a tree in the courtyard, binding him so tight he whimpered in pain.

Yet, no one had a shred of sympathy for him.

"I knew you weren’t guests from the Capital!" The old shopkeeper grumbled after a while, seeing no one paid him any mind, muttering curses with some bitterness and regret, "What merchant carries such an air!

If I had trusted my own instincts, I shouldn’t have let you into the fort in the first place!"