My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Nephew, I'm here to see your uncle. How is your uncle doing?"

Zhao Mingsheng shook his head and sighed deeply, "Get up, you are the only one who cares about me and rushed back from Nanling City. Your brother heard that I was ill and didn't even want to come to the palace to see me."

Zhao Jinfang lowered her head slightly after hearing this and said, "Uncle, my brother must have something important to do. He will definitely come to the palace to visit you in his spare time."

Zhao Mingsheng chuckled, "You only know how to excuse him. My own son is not as good as you, my nephew." After a moment, he sighed again, "From now on, the government will be handed over to you. I believe you can manage it well. Don't be like your brothers."

Zhao Jinfang nodded slightly, "Don't worry, uncle."

Zhao Mingsheng seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, and pursed his lips tightly. "Jinghua, is he still in Nanling City?"

Zhao Jinfang looked at Zhao Mingsheng worriedly, "Yes, we are still in Nanling City."

Zhao Mingsheng hummed, "I heard that Jinghua was seriously injured while saving you half a year ago. Did he suffer from a chronic illness?"

Zhao Jinfang shook his head "No"

Zhao Mingsheng nodded and looked out the window. "If that child is trained in the future, he will surely become a wise ruler like Emperor Hongyu." Zhao Jinfang looked at Zhao Mingsheng in shock.

Zhao Mingsheng sneered, walked up to him, patted his shoulder and said, "This world was given to me by your father when he ascended to heaven. Now it's time for me to return it to you. It's just that your brothers are too useless." Zhao Mingsheng held Zhao Jinfang's shoulders tightly and said, "I am optimistic about you, and I hope my body can last until your birthday. That will be a good sign." After saying this, Zhao Mingsheng looked out the door with cunning and calculating eyes.

Zhao Jinfang didn't dare to look up and quickly bowed, "Thank you, uncle."

Zhao Mingsheng had a strange smile on his face. "Go down." Zhao Jinfang nodded and left without daring to look up at Zhao Mingsheng.

After Zhao Jinfang left, Zhao Mingsheng sneered and called the eunuch beside him, "Eunuch Chen, when the prince goes to court tomorrow, if he says something wrong or does something wrong, please give him some advice. After all, he is still young."

Eunuch Chen nodded and said with a sigh, "Your Majesty really treats the Crown Prince better than Prince Lin."

Zhao Mingsheng laughed heartily upon hearing this. "Yes, you said it would be great if my son had a bit of him." After saying this, Zhao Mingsheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Eunuch Chen hurried forward to support Zhao Mingsheng and said, "Someone! Call the imperial physician!"

Zhao Mingsheng raised his hand to signal him not to do so, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "It's okay, Eunuch Chen, you are really loyal."

Eunuch Chen smiled and said, "This is what an old slave should do."

At this moment, Wan Sutong had a full view of everything that happened. For some reason, Wan Sutong felt that Eunuch Chen's smile was a little forced. "I don't think His Majesty Zhaoguo is a good person. I'm afraid that Prince Lin was also choosing a crown princess for his son, not to mention Eunuch Chen."

The system patted Wan Sutong on the shoulder and said, "Host, don't worry. King Lin doesn't have any children yet. Even if he does, the age gap is too big and his son won't agree. Wouldn't it be better if it was a girl?"

Wan Sutong nodded with worry, "I hope so."

The system came to Wan Sutong and began to introduce Eunuch Chen. "Eunuch Chen is ninety-one years old this year. He is the chief steward beside Zhao Hongyu. His cultivation is at the ninth level of Demigod. It is not a problem for him to send off ten emperors. When Emperor Hongyu died, Eunuch Chen was only thirty-five years old. Twenty years after Emperor Minghua ascended the throne, he took the empress to heaven and left behind five sons. Now Zhao Jin is thirty-six years old. Zhao Mingsheng has been on the throne for thirty-five years."

Wan Sutong nodded and sneered, "No wonder he is so cunning and treacherous. Can he assist Zhao Jinfang?"

The system smiled unfathomably, "Not necessarily. He only cares about the people of the world. Zhao Mingsheng has no regard for the country of Zhao. It is obviously inappropriate."

Wan Sutong nodded, then stretched herself, got out of bed, blew out the candle and said, "Go to sleep!"

It seemed like a month had passed in the blink of an eye. After Wan Yanzhong's teachings, Wan Sutong officially stepped into the world of cultivation and headed for the boundless immortal path. Wan Yanzhong carved a wooden sword for her. Ten days ago, the sword energy from Wan Sutong could only break the weeds on the ground, but today, Wan Sutong's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. She actually cut off a bamboo in the yard with just one sword energy.

Wan Sutong was shocked by her own strength at first, but after a moment she tiptoed to Wan Yanzhong's study and said, "Daddy."

Wan Yanzhong sneered when he saw his daughter's expression, "Made a mistake?"

Wan Sutong giggled and said, "Well...my daughter accidentally cut down a bamboo. I didn't expect that she could cut it down."

Wan Yanzhong's eyes widened and he instantly stood up from the chair and walked towards Wan Sutong. Wan Sutong saw him raise his hand and thought he was going to hit her, so she quickly apologized, "Daddy, I was wrong." But as soon as she finished speaking, Wan Yanzhong's palm was placed on Wan Sutong's shoulder, "You are worthy of being my daughter! You just cut a bamboo while practicing!"

Wan Sutong stared at Wan Yanzhong blankly. "Ah? You don't beat your daughter?"

Wan Yanzhong shook his head with a kind face and said, "When has your father ever hit you? It seems that you are very lucky. You have reached the third level of chaos in just ten days."

Wan Sutong guessed in her heart, "It seems that reaching the Qi training stage is a very simple thing, at most half a month." But the system immediately shattered her fantasy, "As the realm becomes higher, the improvement becomes slower. It's like a bucket that keeps getting bigger. The water capacity inside will also change, and it will hold more water."

Seeing that she was silent, Wan Yanzhong consoled her again, "It's just a bamboo. As long as you don't tear down the house, it's fine."

Wan Sutong laughed and said, "Daddy, don't worry, that won't happen."

Wan Yanzhong nodded and stepped out of the door. Seeing this, Wan Sutong hurriedly followed him. When Wan Yanzhong saw the fallen bamboo with his own eyes, he looked carefully and found that Wan Sutong had not only cut off one bamboo, but also the surrounding bamboos had scars of varying degrees.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the mansion, and Zhao Jinghua was seen standing outside the door. He was wearing a black robe and a silver hair crown. Although the door of the mansion was open, Zhao Jinghua still knocked on the door. "Prefect Wan, I wonder if your daughter can understand the Heart Sutra?"

Wan Yanzhong quickly stepped forward and invited Zhao Jinghua in. "Young Master, you came at the right time. Look, my daughter swung her wooden sword and chopped the bamboo in half."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and nodded slightly, "Your daughter is truly a prodigy. She has advanced to the third level in just one month. I have never seen or heard of such a thing before." After that, he used a ray of spiritual power to restore the bamboo to its original shape.

Wan Yanzhong looked at his daughter with shining eyes, "What the eldest master said is true!"

Zhao Jinghua nodded and looked at Wan Sutong, "I wonder if Miss Sutong can show me a move?"

Wan Sutong nodded and a wooden sword emerged from her spirit sea. She stood firm and swung the sword forward vigorously. She looked silly and cute. Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly after seeing this. "Who did Miss Sutong learn this move from? Don't you think your body will lean forward when you use your arms to exert force?"

Wan Sutong panicked for a moment. She couldn't say that she learned it from watching TV dramas. Fortunately, she was quick-witted and looked at Wan Yanzhong. "I learned it from my father."

Wan Yanzhong was watching his daughter intently, but was stunned when he was suddenly mentioned, "Huh?" After a moment, he thought the question was about the mental method, so he quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I taught you."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled, "Since it was Prefect Wan who taught me, I won't be so smart in front of you." Then he took out a book called Ye Minghua and handed it to Wan Sutong, "Miss Sutong, the road to immortality is long. You can't just learn one method. It's easy for others to take advantage of your weaknesses. If you have free time, learn more to prepare for emergencies."

Wan Sutong took the martial arts book and thanked him repeatedly, and sighed in her heart, "This young master is really a good person."

"Host, something bad has happened. When I was looking through the archives, I found that the Emperor of Beili sent five generals and 150,000 Beili soldiers yesterday. They will arrive in three days. Because of your arrival, the original balance has changed! Zhao Jinghua is likely to die on the battlefield this time!" The system hurriedly said the new information it had obtained. I don't know if it was the system's illusion, but I always felt that Zhao Jinghua seemed to have glanced at him. Wan Sutong was about to speak when he saw Zhao Jinghua bow his head slightly and saluted, "There are important matters in the army. I will not bother you anymore. Goodbye."

Wan Yanzhong nodded and quickly returned the greeting, "Farewell, young master." Just as Zhao Jinghua turned around, Wan Sutong stopped him, "Young master, please stay!"