King Qi ultimately decided to pen down this unbearably humiliating letter of surrender.
But when he reached the part about 200,000 taels of gold, Lu Yuan interrupted him with a smile: "100,000 taels."
King Qi was stunned. Could there actually be such a good deed under heaven? This devious man had finally sprouted a conscience?
Lu Yuan chuckled and said, "Write, 100,000 taels; the other 100,000 don't need to be reported to the court."
The corner of King Qi's mouth twitched: "So brazenly pocketing for yourself, isn't Grand Commander Lu afraid of being held accountable by the Emperor?"
Lu Yuan playfully curled his lips: "King Qi, do you know why you lost? Because you didn't even bother to investigate my background."
At that moment, County Magistrate Zhong, who was trembling on his knees, looked up at King Qi and stammered, "Uncle, your nephew-in-law had reminded you—Lu Yuan is the Emperor's foster father—"
