However, you couldn’t just run away if you actually encounter such an addict.
There’s no telling what they would do once they were left alone.
“What should I do if I find an addict? Is it the same when catching a drunk when he’s acting violently and making him sober up?”
Yang groaned and asked.
Just like Libin, she apparently imagined a drunkard addicted to liquor when she tried to imagine an addict.
Yui Mei thought about it for a moment before answering.
“Well, yes, that’s true, it’s basically the same. Just like how you confiscate wine from the drunkard, you also deprive the poppy juice addict and wait until they become decent. They will likely rage during that period of time, though.”
Yang seemed annoyed when she heard that they would go on a rampage.
“You do know how troublesome those drunkards can get when they become violent because there are times when you get out of control, right?”
“True enough. Perhaps it’s closer to being in a state of excitement for an extended period of time.”
Yang frowned, more annoyed now.
“If that person was seen at that state by any chance, it will surely attract the Taoists, and there will be an uproar.”
‘Oh yeah, those guys will probably appear.’
Yui Mei had frequently butted heads with those Taoists, but even they have their own job in this world.
Those proper Taoists who created almanacs were blameless. Yui Mei just hated the domineering Taoists who act all high and mighty because they’re being backed by the Empress Dowager and they would misuse that authority and influence.
They would crash events, shrieking “it’s a curse!” without proof, and they would actively promote the exorcism of that curse through offering prayers. Because of their intervention, it was highly unlikely that the problem would be solved fundamentally.
It might be possible that the drug would eventually be expelled from the body during extended periods of prayer, leading to the person recovering his reason for a period of time. Nevertheless, just as Yui Mei had explained to the crown prince, the drug addict’s brain could no longer return to being normal.
Drug addicts wouldn’t realize that the poppy juice is bad if you didn’t take it away, tell them that it is harmful, and politely explain that they shouldn’t be involved with it anymore.
Moreover, if it was treated as a curse without understanding that it was due to poppy juice, it would probably turn into a situation that was a lot worse than the previous flu fiasco.
That’s because at a glance, poppy juice addicts didn’t seem any different from people who weren’t.
If all the people who feel unwell were identified and lumped together as being cursed, it might lead to something similar like the witch hunt in Yui Mei’s previous life, and that would be the worst.
‘No, no, that can’t be!!’
Yui Mei shook her head in an attempt to drive away those unpleasant thoughts.
“We have to do something about this before those Taoists intervene!”
“Yeah, that’s for the best. In that case, there must be a place, something like a prison perhaps, where we can isolate those guys temporarily after catching them.”
Yang expressed the solution that she came up with.
The prison of this country didn’t resemble the ones with iron bars in Yui Mei’s previous life. It is just a deep hole dug in the ground, much like a well, and it wasn’t quite habitable.
Yui Mei was a bit bothered when she heard ‘prison’, but she agreed that it might be possible to use it just like an isolation ward so that they wouldn’t bother other people.
‘Well, I guess it’s up to the bigwigs to think about that.’
Yui Mei was just a lowly court lady, so the most she could do was inform them about the poppy juice. Did I say everything they need to know about this poppy juice? — Yui Mei searched her memories.
“Xiao Mei, if you notice an unfamilar person or if their accent bothers you, you have to tell me, alright?”
Yang sternly said.
“Accent?”
What is that all about? — Yui Mei was perplexed, so Yang leaned her face towards her and whispered.
“That poppy juice must have been imported from the other kingdoms, isn’t it? In that case, there might be someone from those countries who mingles with us.”
“Whoa, I see!”
Realization dawned at Yui Mei as she clap her hands.
‘Sounds like a detective novel!’
It might be imprudent of her, but she couldn’t help but look forward to it because her Chinese drama otaku blood was boiling in excitement.
However, you couldn’t just run away if you actually encounter such an addict.
There’s no telling what they would do once they were left alone.
“What should I do if I find an addict? Is it the same when catching a drunk when he’s acting violently and making him sober up?”
Yang groaned and asked.
Just like Libin, she apparently imagined a drunkard addicted to liquor when she tried to imagine an addict.
Yui Mei thought about it for a moment before answering.
“Well, yes, that’s true, it’s basically the same. Just like how you confiscate wine from the drunkard, you also deprive the poppy juice addict and wait until they become decent. They will likely rage during that period of time, though.”
Yang seemed annoyed when she heard that they would go on a rampage.
“You do know how troublesome those drunkards can get when they become violent because there are times when you get out of control, right?”
“True enough. Perhaps it’s closer to being in a state of excitement for an extended period of time.”
Yang frowned, more annoyed now.
“If that person was seen at that state by any chance, it will surely attract the Taoists, and there will be an uproar.”
‘Oh yeah, those guys will probably appear.’
Yui Mei had frequently butted heads with those Taoists, but even they have their own job in this world.
Those proper Taoists who created almanacs were blameless. Yui Mei just hated the domineering Taoists who act all high and mighty because they’re being backed by the Empress Dowager and they would misuse that authority and influence.
They would crash events, shrieking “it’s a curse!” without proof, and they would actively promote the exorcism of that curse through offering prayers. Because of their intervention, it was highly unlikely that the problem would be solved fundamentally.
It might be possible that the drug would eventually be expelled from the body during extended periods of prayer, leading to the person recovering his reason for a period of time. Nevertheless, just as Yui Mei had explained to the crown prince, the drug addict’s brain could no longer return to being normal.
Drug addicts wouldn’t realize that the poppy juice is bad if you didn’t take it away, tell them that it is harmful, and politely explain that they shouldn’t be involved with it anymore.
Moreover, if it was treated as a curse without understanding that it was due to poppy juice, it would probably turn into a situation that was a lot worse than the previous flu fiasco.
That’s because at a glance, poppy juice addicts didn’t seem any different from people who weren’t.
If all the people who feel unwell were identified and lumped together as being cursed, it might lead to something similar like the witch hunt in Yui Mei’s previous life, and that would be the worst.
‘No, no, that can’t be!!’
Yui Mei shook her head in an attempt to drive away those unpleasant thoughts.
“We have to do something about this before those Taoists intervene!”
“Yeah, that’s for the best. In that case, there must be a place, something like a prison perhaps, where we can isolate those guys temporarily after catching them.”
Yang expressed the solution that she came up with.
The prison of this country didn’t resemble the ones with iron bars in Yui Mei’s previous life. It is just a deep hole dug in the ground, much like a well, and it wasn’t quite habitable.
Yui Mei was a bit bothered when she heard ‘prison’, but she agreed that it might be possible to use it just like an isolation ward so that they wouldn’t bother other people.
‘Well, I guess it’s up to the bigwigs to think about that.’
Yui Mei was just a lowly court lady, so the most she could do was inform them about the poppy juice. Did I say everything they need to know about this poppy juice? — Yui Mei searched her memories.
“Xiao Mei, if you notice an unfamilar person or if their accent bothers you, you have to tell me, alright?”
Yang sternly said.
“Accent?”
What is that all about? — Yui Mei was perplexed, so Yang leaned her face towards her and whispered.
“That poppy juice must have been imported from the other kingdoms, isn’t it? In that case, there might be someone from those countries who mingles with us.”
“Whoa, I see!”
Realization dawned at Yui Mei as she clap her hands.
‘Sounds like a detective novel!’
It might be imprudent of her, but she couldn’t help but look forward to it because her Chinese drama otaku blood was boiling in excitement.
