My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

My name is Chen Ye. When I was five years old, I fell seriously ill. My family was poor and had no money to treat me, so one night my biological parents abandoned me on the North Mountain outside the old capital.

I was seriously ill and couldn't walk. The wind in the late autumn night was freezing cold, but I could only curl up on the ground to resist the ravages of the cold wind. I closed my eyes and endured hunger and cold until the next night.

Just when I thought I was about to leave this world, I felt myself being held in someone's arms. His arms were so warm that I felt extremely safe. It was so warm that I even mistakenly thought that my father couldn't bear to leave me and came to take me home.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in an unfamiliar house. I wanted to take a closer look but my eyelids were extremely heavy. I dimly saw a silver-haired man guarding my bed. He held my hand tightly, and I felt that his hand was as warm as the quilt covering me. I fell asleep again while thinking about it.

I don't know when I woke up again. Unlike last time, I felt refreshed this time, but the bitter taste in my mouth made me frown unconsciously. I moved my body and sat up. Perhaps the movement was too big and woke up the silver-haired man who had been guarding my bed.

The moment the man raised his head, I was shocked by his appearance. He was extremely handsome but not coquettish. His features were strong but with a hint of feminine beauty, but more of a man's heroic spirit.

He is not good at speaking, and has a cold face but a warm heart. I learned from getting to know him that he is a prince of the previous dynasty, but he has no name or surname. His biological mother called him Mingye, so he named himself Zhaomingye. He is twenty-five years old this year, and has just returned to Zhao State and ascended the throne.

He knew medicine but he was not like those literary doctors in my impression. He was good at both literature and martial arts. I heard from uncles and aunts in the military camp that he was very brave on the battlefield. He even adopted a female iron-eating beast as his goddaughter and named it Zhu'er.

He had reached the realm of true gods when he was still young, but unfortunately he failed when he was trying to overcome the calamity, and could no longer ascend to heaven. He could only spend the rest of his life in the mortal world. Fortunately, the lifespan of cultivators in the realm of true gods is longer than that of mortals, and some can even live for thousands of years.

As we got along better and better, I gradually let down my guard against him and began to often hang around him and Sister Zhu'er. I would also follow him silently with Sister Zhu'er. General Wu in the military camp always said that Sister Zhu'er and I were Zhao Mingye's little tails.

Days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed. It was half a month after the beginning of winter. I was naughty and looked at the ice in the river. I could clearly see grass carp swimming in the lake, so I thought of standing on the ice, punching a hole in it, and reaching out to catch the fish.

As soon as I stepped onto the ice, the thin layer of ice in the lake began to break. I lost my balance and fell into the lake. Zhao Mingye rescued me. He looked a little unhappy but he didn't scold me. Instead, he took off his cloak and wrapped me tightly in it. Although I was shivering with cold, I felt especially warm in my heart.

As expected, I developed a high fever at night. He was busy cleaning my body and feeding me medicine. He hardly slept all night. I was a little fuzzy and called out "Dad" in a daze.

He was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he held me in his arms, patted my back gently, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Don't be afraid, Ye'er, dad is here. You won't feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow morning."

I gradually fell asleep in his arms. When I opened my eyes again, I saw him sitting beside the couch with a haggard look and bloodshot eyes. When he saw me wake up, he smiled softly.

He told me that if I didn't mind, I could call him my foster father. He also said that he didn't plan to marry and have children, and that I would be his only son in the future. If he could keep Zhao Kingdom, I would be the future king. He told me so many things that I can't remember them all. In short, he meant that he would treat me well and treat me like his own son.

I was more and more moved when I heard him, but it was not because of the throne he talked about, but because of the kindness and heartache in his eyes when he looked at me, which made me unable to help but have fantasies.

So I agreed and timidly called him foster father. From then on, he taught me how to read and write, taught me the way of cultivation and the way of the emperor, told me to learn to be kind, and even taught me medicine.

But I was young at that time, and after I got to know him, I always got him into trouble. Although there was no big trouble, there were always small troubles. He was very kind and would not scold me in public. After the incident, he would hold me in his arms and patiently explain things to me.

My favorite thing to do was to stand on the beam facing his bed in the Taiming Palace before he went to the morning court and look down at him. The first time I did it, he got scared, but he didn't blame me and let me do it. From then on, I did it frequently, and he gradually got used to it, and even chatted with me after waking up.

Time flies. Before I knew it, I had been with him for five years. He really treated me like his own son as he said before, but he broke his promise. He married a queen and later adopted his brother's son, giving him the name Minghua. But I understand that he is an emperor and has his own limitations. I am satisfied that he treats me as before.

When I was fifteen, he heard that there was a monster in Fuhu Lake and the water in the lake overflowed the dam, so he rushed to quell the disaster. When he came back, his body was wrapped in fine cloth. I knew he was seriously injured, but he was strong and never showed any weakness in front of others. He also brought me a small white snake, but told me it was a dragon, which turned into a snake because of the injury. I named the dragon Xiaobai, and from then on I had a new playmate.

After he recovered from his injury, he proposed to make me the crown prince regardless of the opinions of the civil and military officials, but I refused because I recognized him as my adoptive father not for the throne, but because I was greedy for his warm embrace. It was also on this day that I called him father from then on, and truly believed that he was my father from the bottom of my heart.

I even asked to be his chief steward, taking care of his daily life. He didn't agree at first, but he couldn't get over my insistence, so I became a fake eunuch, fantasizing that in the future I could be like in the picture book, and everyone could call me "Nine Thousand Years Old"

When I was a young man, he may have been suffering from dementia due to his age, but I didn't know it. One day, I walked into his study and saw that he had placed some small things that Zhao Minghua and I used in our childhood on the bookshelf.

I felt warm inside but I didn't express it, let alone ask. Not long after, Zhao Minghua pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the tiger shoes in his father's hand, his eyes lit up and he discussed his childhood with his father.

I have a different personality from Zhao Minghua, and like my father, I am not good at speaking. Therefore, as my father's memory gradually faded, a rift began to form between us.

I even left Kyoto despite his objection and traveled alone to various countries on the continent to learn about their customs, languages ​​and local conditions.

But every time it was midnight, I would feel sad in my heart, thinking that my father no longer loved me, otherwise why didn’t he come to find me after I left for so many years?

It was not until the fifth year after I left that Xiaobai suddenly told me that he saw my father commit suicide in his dream. I felt as if I was hit in the heart by a heavy punch. I found a pill that could extend my life by three months, and I rushed to Zhao State as fast as I could. However, it was only half a month... Xiaobai said that my father had cut his throat with a knife. At that moment, I realized that my father was ill. For such a strong man... to commit suicide in such an undignified way must have been the most dignified way for him to die when he was seriously ill.

Finally, I arrived at Hanjiang City at nightfall on the first day of the first lunar month of the following year. I wanted to send a message to tell my father that I was back, but I didn't dare to. I was afraid that my father would ignore me, or that he had passed away.

I hesitated for a long time and finally sent a message to Zhao Minghua, telling him that I would be able to return to the palace tomorrow

But when I really stepped into Taiming Hall... my father had already closed his eyes... blood was gushing out of the corners of his mouth. I hurried forward and held my father's hand, testing his breathing. The next moment, I cried and lay in his arms. My father's hands became cold and stiff, and his embrace was no longer warm, and even a little cold. I kept saying to myself, father, I was wrong.

But my father can no longer hear...

I was in a trance and didn't even know how Zhao Minghua and I buried my father. I only knew that after my father was buried, Zhao Minghua suddenly drew his sword and killed his crown princess. He then adopted his eldest son to Prince Lin, who had been dead for many years, and renamed him Zhao Mingsheng. He also married the only daughter of the Jiang family as his queen.

The two were very affectionate and gave birth to five children. Eventually, they ascended to the upper realm together. Perhaps out of guilt, Zhao Minghua handed over the throne and the five children to Zhao Mingsheng.

Several decades passed in a flash. My father's death became a knot in my heart. Sometimes I even wanted to die to atone for my sin. Until Zhao Jinfang's eldest son was born,

I helped him silently in secret, and even asked the national teacher, who was my father's uncle, to accept him as his apprentice. The national teacher looked at Zhao Jinghua's face and said, "That's what I meant." As Zhao Jinghua grew up, I felt as if I had found a place to put my family affection.

When Zhao Jinghua was just 20 years old, he suddenly found me and asked me to help his father ascend the throne. I naturally agreed, because I thought that in this way, Zhao Jinghua would eventually ascend the throne.

But after Zhao Jinghua ascended the throne, I found something was wrong. Zhao Jinghua's health seemed to be getting worse day by day, and his expression was sometimes a little dazed. After he was named the crown prince, I learned that Zhao Jinghua was infected with Linglong Gu.

But it's too late. Linglong Gu has no solution. Maybe this is Zhao Jinghua's fate.

Later, he fell in love with Wan Sutong, the daughter of Prime Minister Wan. However, Zhao Jinghua was born in a poor family. At the age of 24, he trusted his biological mother Wu Yiwan too much and drank the medicine sent by Wu Yiwan without any precautions. He did not know that Wu Yiwan had put mandrake in the medicine. After Zhao Jinghua woke up, he stabbed him with a knife. Therefore, he and Wu Yiwan became enemies.

Later, Zhao Jinghua managed to hold on until he was twenty-five, but before the sacrificial ceremony, he became exhausted and seemed to be dying at any time. He asked me to play a game of chess with him, and I agreed. While playing chess with him, he asked me a few questions, which reminded me of my father. Looking at his face that was similar to my father, I felt sorry for him and suddenly remembered the pill that could extend my life by three months.

As expected, he was not on guard against me and took the pill I handed him without hesitation, which made me very happy. I was also relieved to see him gradually regain his normal complexion, but I knew it was only temporary.

I thought Zhao Jinghua could spend the last three months in peace, but Wu Yiwan and Zhao Jinghong suddenly made trouble. One sent secret guards to assassinate his father, and the other plotted against his own son.

In the end, Zhao Jinfang was stabbed in the heart and died. Zhao Jinghua weighed the pros and cons and chose to sacrifice himself to save Zhaoguo.

He broke through the True God Realm when fighting with His Majesty the Wujin Kingdom, but he was at the end of his strength, so naturally no thunder tribulation descended upon him.

After Zhao Jinfang woke up, he did not appreciate Zhao Jinghua's sacrifice to save him. He only remembered what the assassin said in his ear and believed that Zhao Jinghua wanted to kill him, because he did not have much trust in Zhao Jinghua.

He confined Zhao Jinghua to his bedroom. That night, in order to see me, Zhao Jinghua used the Red Fire Technique to burn the pants of the secret guard who was responsible for guarding him, and let the secret guard go to Zhao Jinfang to complain with a ball of red fire on his buttocks.

I followed Zhao Jinfang's order and brought the imperial physician to the East Palace. Zhao Jinghua was sitting on a soft couch with a pale face, which reminded me of my father's face after he passed away.

My voice suddenly became trembling, and I called him "Your Highness", but I never expected that the tone of his voice when he spoke was very similar to my father's.

The imperial physician then walked timidly to Zhao Jinghua to check his pulse, stammering and not daring to speak. Zhao Jinghua listened for a long time without a sound, so he asked the imperial physician if he was dying. The imperial physician still did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinghua urged impatiently and told the doctor that his patience was limited.