My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Another beautiful day has begun." Wan Sutong stretched and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, but was shocked by the scene in front of her. She woke up in the deep mountains and forests. Wan Sutong stood up with a somersault. She looked around and was about to call her bestie's name to ask her to stop making trouble. She was still curious about how her bestie brought her to this deep mountain.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw a group of people, men, women, old and young, all in tattered clothes, resting against a tree trunk. They were wearing clothes made of coarse linen and covered with patches. They seemed to be villagers who had fled, but their clothes did not look like modern clothes. Wan Sutong looked down at her light pink dress, which was so dirty that the original color could hardly be seen. At this time, the middle-aged man sitting next to her looked at her in surprise.

Just when Wan Sutong didn't know how to start, she heard the middle-aged man's worried tone, "Nannan, are you hungry?"

Wan Sutong nodded. It seemed that this was her father. The middle-aged man looked at her and nodded. He thought she was hungry, so he took out a steamed bun from the bag beside him and said, "Nannan, eat it." Then he handed the bun to Wan Sutong.

Wan Sutong looked at the steamed bun in the middle-aged man's hand, her stomach growling with hunger. She took the steamed bun and was forced to accept the reality of her time travel. But after a moment, Wan Sutong realized that the steamed bun in her hand was harder than a stone!

She fell to the ground in despair, still holding a dry bun in her hand. She looked at the surrounding barren mountains and ridges and burst into tears in an instant. Others who traveled through time were princesses, or at least noble ladies, but she was sleeping on the street! And she had to eat dry buns! Maybe she would die one day!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly comforted her, "Nannan, reinforcements will be here soon, don't be afraid."

Wan Sutong didn't listen to the advice at this time. She just wanted to go home. But at this time, a girl's voice came from her mind, "Congratulations to the host for successfully traveling through time. Identity: The daughter of the prefect of Nanling City, Wan Sutong, age 16. Nanling City fell seven days ago. Wan Yanzhong took her away from Nanling City. So she hid in the mountains with the people and waited for the prince to take back Nanling City."

"What a tragic start!" Wan Sutong began to recall which dynasty had Nanling City and the prefect surnamed Wan, so as to make plans for her future. At this time, the system interrupted her and said, "Host, this continent does not exist in history. The country you are in is called Zhaoguo."

Wan Sutong's head buzzed after hearing this. What! It means that she is in a non-existent world. She quickly asked in her mind, "Can I go back?"

At this moment, a palm-sized white cloud suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, circling around her while talking. "Okay, you need to find a god named Xihua, who can send you back~"

Wan Sutong was shocked after hearing this. "You mean this continent is a place where people can cultivate immortality?"

The cloud floated up and down as if nodding, "Yes, but not everyone can do it. Someone needs to teach you~"

Wan Sutong was speechless. She had already fallen to the point of eating dry steamed buns, but the system was quite happy. "Can you remove the modal particles?"

The cloud swayed left and right. "Host, don't you like it?" Wan Sutong just wanted to laugh, but Wan Yanzhong was still comforting her not to cry. If she laughed, he would definitely be scared, and he thought that his daughter could not accept the blow and had gone insane.

Wan Sutong ignored the system and looked at Wan Yanzhong, put the steamed bun in Wan Yanzhong's hand, and found that her voice was very childish when she spoke, "You eat it, my daughter is not hungry yet."

Wan Yanzhong touched Wan Sutong's head and said, "Nannan, you eat it. Daddy has more." Then he put the dry bun back into Wan Sutong's hand.

As soon as Wan Sutong heard it, she knew he was lying to her. She then put the steamed bun in Wan Yanzhong's hand again and said, "Eat it!" As the two of them were pushing and shoving, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. From a distance, it looked like a black mass of about three or four hundred people. Wan Yanzhong stood up after seeing them and said, "Here they come! The prince has taken back Nanling City!"

Wan Sutong instantly felt as if she saw hope of survival. She saw that the leading man had a very pleasing appearance, with long silver hair tied high and a silver hair crown on his head. Some hair hung in front of his forehead and fluttered in the wind. His angular face was like a painting, with equal-length ink-black sword-like eyebrows, a pair of deep peach blossom eyes, a long and straight nose, and thin lips with slightly upturned corners. His smooth and fair face made him look more like an immortal than a general. The man had a straight back, wore a matte plain cloak, and rode a brown horse. He looked like he had walked out of a painting.

The man rode up to the two men and dismounted. When he spoke, his voice was cold and full of the general's pressure, "You are the governor of Wan."

Wan Yanzhong immediately led Wan Sutong to pay his respects and said, "Your Highness, I, Wan Yanzhong, greet you, my Lord."

At the same time, the system informed Wan Sutong of the man's identity: "Zhao Jinghua, the eldest son of the current crown prince, commander-in-chief of the three armies."

Zhao Jinghua nodded and said, "Get up."

Wan Sutong sighed in her heart, "Look at him, is he really the commander-in-chief of the three armies? Isn't he powerless?"

The system chuckled and said, "He is five feet eight, or one hundred and ninety-three centimeters tall. Don't be fooled by his appearance. Zhao Jinghua followed the crown prince to the battlefield when he was fourteen years old and killed countless enemy generals. At the age of eighteen, he was appointed the commander-in-chief of the three armies by His Majesty. This year he has reached the age of twenty, which means he is twenty years old."

At this time, Zhao Jinghua noticed Wan Sutong who was silent, "Is this your daughter?"

Wan Yanzhong bowed and said, "Yes."

Wan Sutong slowly squatted down and bowed, "Greetings to the eldest master." As soon as she finished speaking, the clouds in front of her were shaking anxiously. "Ah! The host is wrong! It should be the servant Wan Sutong who greets the eldest master! This is not the Qing Dynasty! Only the prince and the emperor can pay respects! He respects the prince very much, and he will not do what the prince says. You are courting death now!"

Wan Yanzhong was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and said, "Please forgive me, my daughter is still young and I was nervous at the time, so I said the wrong thing."

Wan Sutong yelled in her heart, "You didn't tell me! I'm not familiar with the place, how would I know what to say!" Wan Sutong thought he would chop her with a sword, but Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said softly, "It's okay, Miss Sutong is still young and it's normal for her to say the wrong thing when she's nervous. Get up, the carriage will be here soon."

Wan Sutong heaved a sigh of relief and stood up, but did not dare to look up at Zhao Jinghua. "System, why do I feel that his smile is not right? Is he going to kill me?" The system nodded and said, "Probably not. He will forgive you."

Even after Wan Sutong got on the carriage, she was still feeling uneasy, because Zhao Jinghua hadn't spoken since that sentence. Wan Sutong looked at Wan Yanzhong cautiously and said, "Dad, your daughter has caused you trouble."

Wan Yanzhong touched her head and said, "It's nothing. The eldest master is kind to others and he is not the type to settle scores later." Wan Sutong nodded and said nothing more.

An hour later, the carriage entered Nanling City. At this time, the streets of Nanling City were empty. After getting off the carriage, the people rushed to their homes, hoping that their homes were not damaged.

The carriage that Wan Sutong was in did not stop, but came to Wan's house. Wan Yanzhong hurriedly took Wan Sutong out of the carriage. At this time, a man wearing an apricot-colored plain cloak stood next to Zhao Jinghua. The man had strong features, thick eyebrows, the same peach blossom eyes as Zhao Jinghua, a high nose bridge, and no expression on his face, as if he was in a bad mood. "Your Highness, Wan Yanzhong, pays homage to the Crown Prince."

The system introduced again, "Zhao Jin Fang Zhaoguo Prince, the nephew of the current emperor. When Emperor Ming and Empress Ming ascended to heaven, the eldest son was ten years old, so they handed over the government to his younger brother, Prince Lin. After Prince Lin ascended the throne, he began to take care of the five princes."

Zhao Jinfang hummed and said, "Get up, it's not your fault that Nanling City was lost this time."

"Zhao Jinfang is the youngest, so he is like a biological father and son to His Majesty. The eldest prince and His Majesty are extremely at odds. Three years ago, the eldest prince was named crown prince, but he rebelled a year later. His Majesty mercifully named him a prince and granted him the city of Hanjiang. Unexpectedly, the eldest prince's carriage fell off a cliff while passing through a mountain road, and his body was never found. Later, the third prince was named crown prince, but he repeatedly declined. Later, the youngest Zhao Jinfang became the crown prince."

Wan Yanzhong bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your consideration." Zhao Jinfang nodded and turned around to pat Zhao Jinghua on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself. Your father will be waiting for you in Kyoto." Then he got on his horse.

Zhao Jinghua smiled and bowed, "Don't worry, I'll send my father off."