Ye Qingyu, on the other hand, had a dark expression the whole time. He had known for several days that Lü Tu had successfully cured the smallpox plague, but he hadn't figured out how to deal with Lü Tu's exorbitant demands.

After all, when Zhao Qingyao made a bet with Lü Tu, Ye Qingyu and Prince Duan had both expressed their willingness to support Lü Tu with money and provisions, but they never actually did so.

Ye Qingyu wasn't afraid that Lü Tu would hold onto this matter; even if he refused, so what? But the problem was that Zhao Qingyao was the mastermind behind this incident, and she also had a mission to go to Wuhuan for a political marriage, which made Ye Qingyu extremely wary and unable to afford to offend her. So, for him to suffer a defeat in front of Lü Tu now was even more painful than being beaten up.

Lu Tu chuckled: "This humble general has lived up to his mission. With the joint efforts of the entire village, young and old, and with great sacrifices, we have finally cured the smallpox plague in the whole of Wuchuan!"

Ye Qingyu's face twitched as he listened. Even though he came from the capital and had seen too many shameless people, Lu Tu was just a lowly soldier on the border, yet he was so eloquent. It made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Lu Tu naturally saw Ye Qingyu's performance and sneered inwardly: Didn't you look down on me before? I'll make you feel disgusted!

He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Ye Qingyu and said, "I wonder where the money and provisions that General Ye promised are? Of course I don't need them, but the people and doctors under my jurisdiction who have worked so hard and shed blood, they need them!"

Of the group, Zhao Qingyao was the happiest. This smallpox epidemic was an extremely difficult task, otherwise the emperor would not have sent Prince Duan to deal with it.

She hadn't expected Lü Tu to be so capable, which only strengthened her resolve. Perhaps she really didn't have to go to Wuhuan for a political marriage?