I finished this volume last night while wrapped in a blanket in bed. It was cold.
I read it on my iPad. Earlier that day I had visited a local second-hand bookstore (a franchise shop "BOOK-OFF"; they are called. Their stores are ubiquitous in Japan). However, I couldn't find this volume there. Thus, I decided to get an e-book copy on Apple's Books app; I couldn't wait for a physical copy to arrive.
The narrative remains strong. Maomao has solved many a mysterious cases, but we still do not know who's the mastermind behind the opaque conspiracy (like Ernst Stavro Blofeld in Bond novels). This volume gives a hint of the person's identity (although I'm not entirely sure yet).
The Apothecary's Diaries's drug-like addictiveness comes from this mystery: "Who is behind all this?" It also derives, needless to say, from the great characters and the secrets they harbor. Maomao is a very shrewd person who keeps observing and guessing, and through her eyes the world of intrigue unfolds. Jinshi, her mercurial on-and-off boss, may or may not be a eunuch. In fact readers are forced to guess who he really is, who his parents are. These secrets make this fictional world even more fully realized.
I had to remind myself that this world is NOT ancient China; despite its strong visual suggestions, the empire is never mentioned so. No names of other countries come up in conversations, either. It is an idealized landscape of East Asia. And I love that. The series is evocative of Asian movies from the late 90s and the 00s, when Japan, China, Taiwan, and Korea made great movies together with international casting.
East Asia is now crackling with political tensions. This manga feels like an antidote to it. It immerses the readers into a fantasyland where Asia could have, might have, been. Maybe that's the greatest charm of this work for Asian readers like myself.