BSI Chapter 51 Drug War
Chapter 51 Drug War
"He was tricked by the Crown Prince's men," Yin'e said calmly.
"First, make him lose money in gambling, then make him addicted to opium, then use opium to control his body, and use IOUs to control his will."
He is no longer himself; he is a puppet controlled by the Crown Prince's household.
If you want to save him, you must first get him to quit opium.
Ulan's hands started trembling again.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and she couldn't utter a single word.
"The withdrawal process will be very painful. He will scream, beg for mercy, curse, and even contemplate suicide."
However, you can't stop. If you stop, all your previous efforts will be wasted, and it will be difficult to quit again later.
So for the next few days, no matter how much he shouts, you can't be soft-hearted, you can't go to see him, and you can't talk to him.
I will ensure that Fuquan receives three meals a day on time and that his water supply is never interrupted.
But apart from that, no one is allowed to approach this room.
Ulan bit her lip, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
But she didn't speak; she just nodded vigorously.
"Can you do it?" Yin'e asked.
Ulan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, raised her head, and looked into Yin'e's eyes.
"Yes, Tenth Master, I'll do whatever you say."
Yin'e nodded, turned around, and walked to the door of that room.
Batu's curses had turned into muffled groans.
"Fuquan," Yin'e called out.
Fuquan jogged over from the other end of the corridor and stood with his hands at his sides.
"Secure Batu's hands and feet, and do not remove his blindfold. Provide him with three meals a day and water on time, passing them in through the window in the door."
"No matter how he shouts, curses, or begs for mercy, no one is allowed to pay him any attention."
"Don't speak to him, don't open the door, and don't let anyone in. Violators will be punished according to family rules."
"Yes, sir!" Fuquan replied and turned to do it.
The door creaked open and then slammed shut.
The bolt was bolted shut, and Batu's more intense struggles and curses came from inside the house.
Yin'e stood there and listened for a while.
"Let's go." He turned around, took Ulan's hand, and said, "Don't come here these next few days. Stay in your own yard."
If you're feeling down, talk to Su Mo'er. Don't bear it all alone.
Ulan nodded without saying anything.
For the next few days, that room in the backyard became a restricted area in the entire Tenth Prince's Mansion.
Fuquan strictly followed Yin'e's orders, passing in three meals a day through a small window in the door and taking out the bowls and chopsticks without uttering a word.
He even set up a small stool at the door and kept watch day and night. When he got sleepy, he would lean against the wall and doze off for a while, and he would open his eyes immediately when he heard any noise.
On the first day, Batu's cursing was almost constant.
He cursed from morning till noon, and from noon till night, his voice hoarse from shouting, but he kept cursing.
He cursed the people who arrested him, the people who tied him up, the people who wouldn't untie him, and the people who wouldn't talk to him.
Not satisfied with just cursing, he started cursing his father, his brother, and those on the grasslands who looked down on him.
At night, the cursing turned into sobbing, which was chilling to listen to.
The next day, the cursing gradually subsided.
It wasn't that he didn't want to curse, it's that his voice was completely hoarse.
He started speaking softly and sweetly, saying things like, "I'll give you whatever money you want," and "If you let me go, I promise I won't pursue this matter."
No one paid him any attention, so he began to beg, saying all sorts of lowly things, but it was no use.
It felt like a million ants were crawling all over his body, inside his bones.
That was the withdrawal reaction from opium; every cell in my body was screaming for that stuff, but no one was giving it to me.
On the third day, he fell silent.
He doesn't eat, drink, or speak.
He didn't touch the food that Fuquan brought in; he simply brought it out untouched.
Fuquan panicked and ran to find Yin'e, saying that the Tenth Prince was not eating or drinking, and what if something happened to him?
Yin'e was in his study looking at the materials that Yin De had brought when he heard this. He looked up and glanced at Fuquan.
"He won't die." Yin'e put down the paper in his hand. "Leave the food; he'll eat when he's hungry. Just deliver it and don't say anything more."
Fu Quan dared not ask any more questions and left.
Yin'e was absolutely right.
When Fuquan went to deliver the food in the evening, he found that the food he had delivered at noon had been eaten clean, and even the soup at the bottom of the bowl had been drunk up.
Ulan was restless in her courtyard.
She sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) by the window, holding a book in her hand, but couldn't turn a single page for a long time.
On the evening of the third day, Su Mo'er returned from outside, running excitedly in and saying, "Madam, Madam! It's quiet over there! Tenth Prince said that my maternal uncle has probably made it through!"
The teacup in Ulan's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
She stood up and walked towards the door, but stopped after a couple of steps, turned back to look at Su Mo'er, and asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"
"Really! Tenth Master said it himself!" Su Mo'er smiled, her eyes crinkling. "He said that Uncle-in-law is in much better spirits today, like a completely different person."
Ulan's tears fell again.
This time, I'm not feeling sad, I'm happy.
According to Yin'e's analysis, Batu quit quickly, probably because he hadn't been smoking opium for very long.
In addition, the refining process of that era was crude, and the purity of opium was not high, making it as addictive as the refined drugs of later generations.
Three days is enough for him to eliminate most of the toxins from his body.
Although there is a possibility of relapse in the future, as long as the source is cut off and there are people around to keep an eye on him, he will most likely not do it again.
On the morning of the fourth day, Fuquan reported that Batu had fully recovered.
He could eat and drink well, was in good spirits, and even told Fuquan he wanted water to take a bath.
Fuquan didn't dare to make the decision himself, so he came to ask Yin'e.
Yin'e thought for a moment and said, "Give him a basin of water and a cloth, and let him wipe himself."
"Yes, sir."
Fuquan is gone.
Yin'e turned around and said to the eunuch beside him, "Go and invite the Princess Consort to come to the backyard."
Then he straightened his clothes and strode towards the backyard.
The door to the house in the backyard was opened.
Yin'e walked in front, with Wulan following behind him.
There was an indescribable atmosphere in the room.
Sweat, dust, and musty smell mixed together, making one involuntarily wrinkle their nose.
Batu lay on the bed, his eyes still covered.
Yin'e and Wulan sat down in the upper seats.
The so-called "advancement" was nothing more than Fuquan moving two chairs and placing them opposite the bed, about three steps away from Batu.
Yin'e Chongfuquan nodded.
Fuquan stepped forward, reached out, and gently pulled off the black cloth covering Batu's eyes.
Batu was trapped in darkness for three days before his eyes finally saw the light of day again.
He was first stung by the candlelight, and instinctively closed his eyes, then opened them again and blinked a few times.
His gaze first fell on Fuquan's face and then moved away.
It fell on Ulan's face.
Batu's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and his lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to call out "sister," but only a muffled breath escaped his throat.
Then, his gaze slowly shifted to the person next to Ulan.
Yin'e sat in the chair with his back straight, his hands on his knees, his expression calm and serious.
The moment Batu's gaze met his, he felt as if he had been struck by something.
His whole body began to tremble.