"Lord Qin already said it was handed over to the national treasury, don't you understand?"
"And you still have the nerve to call yourself the Disaster Relief Imperial Envoy? If Heaven had eyes, it should let people like you taste what it's like to be plagued often!"
Jia Wenjing said irritably, "You insult an Imperial Officer, do you all want to go to the big prison?"
"Lord Jia, if you don't want to catch the plague, you shouldn't open your mouth so wide when you speak," Qin Longyun kindly reminded.
It would be a pity for Jia Wenjing to come to the quarantine zone and catch the plague on such a rare visit.
Jia Wenjing asked nervously, "What... what do you mean?"
"You haven't taken the plague prevention medicine, this is a quarantine zone, and nearly half of the people inside are plague patients. With your mouth open so wide, you might have swallowed something dirty and are very likely to get infected," Qin Longyun said solemnly.
