My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Wan Sutong looked at the red veil with great joy and was about to dress up, but she saw her mother walking into her courtyard with more than a dozen maids. They were holding all kinds of wedding dresses in their hands. The dazzling array of headdresses was so exquisite that Wan Sutong could not take her eyes away.

Soon Su Qinghui opened the door and walked in. "Tongtong, come here and see which one you like. If you don't have an idea, we can try them one by one."

Wan Sutong was dazzled by the dozen wedding dresses she saw. Before she knew it, the maid had helped her put on the first one. It was a bright red long-sleeved shirt with dark green cuffs embroidered with auspicious clouds. She wore a dark green shawl with golden silk wind patterns on the outside of the long-sleeved shirt. It looked like a Song Dynasty wedding dress.

Wan Sutong looked at herself in the bronze mirror and shook her head. The maid quickly changed her into the next set. The second set was a red straight-collared waist-length skirt with a round flower pattern embroidered on the collar, auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the wide cuffs, and wind patterns embroidered on the skirt. The outer robe was relatively plain, with only a phoenix with its wings spread out embroidered on the back.

Wan Sutong and her colleague 0533 shook their heads and said, "These two pieces don't look like a set."

Su Qinghui nodded after hearing this and said, "They really don't look like the same set. Change them!"

In the following time, the maid changed Wan Sutong into five sets of clothes, but they were all rejected by the mother and daughter. After all the tossing and turning, Wan Sutong was the most tired. Not only did she not have breakfast, but she was also tossed around like this. She almost fainted. Fortunately, 0533 put the chocolate in Wan Sutong's mouth in time to avoid the tragedy. After breakfast, the mother and daughter started to change clothes again.

At this time, there were already eight sets of wedding dresses. After they were put on, Wan Sutong's eyes lit up. It was a set of almond yellow large-sleeved shirts, embroidered with a total of eight gold thread flower patterns, and a red shawl was also embroidered with flower patterns. Pearls were sewn on the edge of the shawl, which looked simple and elegant without losing its gorgeousness.

However, Su Qinghui shook her head and said, "It's too plain, change it."

After two hours of selection, the mother and daughter decided on a wedding dress made of bright red brocade. The back of the bright red large-sleeved shirt was embroidered with a phoenix, and the surrounding of the phoenix was embroidered with auspicious clouds. The sleeves were decorated with floral patterns surrounding the auspicious clouds, and the cuffs and collar were spliced ​​with a one-inch wide pattern. The bright red brocade was embroidered with auspicious patterns, and the cobalt blue shawl was embroidered with silver-white floral patterns. It was noble and elegant, and had the temperament of a mistress of the house.

Su Qinghui's eyes were filled with smiles. "Okay, okay, okay, this is it." Then she looked at the first maid and said, "Tell Princess Lin, just choose this one." The maids holding the wedding dresses knelt down and saluted, then left Wan Sutong's courtyard.

At this time, Su Yahui brought Zhao Jinghuai to Wan Sutong's courtyard. When Zhao Jinghuai saw Wan Sutong, he immediately rushed over and called out "Sister-in-law!"

After a stick of incense, Princess Lin looked at the wedding dresses brought back by the maids and immediately saw which one Wan Sutong had decided on. She ordered the maids to leave and quickly asked Zhao Si to come and try on the wedding dress.

Not long after, Zhao Sinian came in lazily. He was wearing a bright red shirt with large sleeves, embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon, a cobalt blue straight collar embroidered with a silver-white flower pattern, and a bright red inner garment. Because he was not yet 20 years old, his silver hair was braided in a fishbone braid at the back, and the end of his hair was fixed with a red headband.

"My son pays respect to my mother." At this time, Zhao Jinyao happened to walk into the room. He was stunned when he saw Zhao Sinian's back. After a moment, he sighed and said from the bottom of his heart, "It's really like him."

Zhao Sinian frowned after hearing this and clenched his hands under his sleeves into fists.

Princess Lin chuckled as she walked forward to help Zhao Sinian up, then looked at Zhao Jinyao and said in a reproachful tone, "Don't you know that Sinian doesn't like to hear this?" After that, she patted the back of Zhao Sinian's hand and said, "Don't worry about what others say. It's normal for you to look alike because you have the same grandfather. Don't you think your second brother looks a bit like your seventh brother?"

Zhao Sinian nodded and gradually relaxed his hands in his sleeves. Zhao Jinyao also came to Zhao Sinian's side at this time and said, "Father really shouldn't say this, but my son, think about what your uncle would think if he saw your appearance on your wedding day?"

Zhao Sinian shook his head in bewilderment after hearing this and said, "I don't know."

Zhao Jinyao laughed, bringing Princess Lin's thoughts back to four years ago.

That day, Zhao Jinyao hurried into the palace. Not long after, Zhao Jinyao returned to the palace with a child. The servants said that it was the child born to Zhao Jinyao and his concubine.

It was hard for her to accept that her husband, who had always loved her and obeyed her in everything, actually had a concubine in his house, and the son with the concubine was already more than ten years old.

Therefore, when Zhao Jinyao came to her, she raised her right hand and slapped Zhao Jinyao, saying two words that she had never thought of before: "Divorce!"

As she finished speaking, she closed her eyes in fear as she watched Zhao Jinyao take a step forward. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jinyao actually knelt in front of her and then held her hand. "Shuangrong, I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, but I only ask you not to divorce me. Can you listen to my explanation?"

Lin Shuangrong burst into tears after hearing this, her tone full of disappointment, "But you promised to be with me forever, and you broke your promise."

Zhao Jinyao raised his hands and hugged Lin Shuangrong's waist, buried his head in Lin Shuangrong's abdomen and cried, "Shuangrong, all this is because of your father's greed, I had no choice. He threatened me with you, and then my father died. But I couldn't bear to look at this child. He was already seven years old at that time. After all, he is my flesh and blood... I..." At this point, Zhao Jinyao felt a tear falling on his head. He hurriedly stood up and raised his hand to wipe away Lin Shuangrong's tears, "Shuangrong, don't cry, I was wrong, hit me! Don't cry and hurt yourself"

Lin Shuangrong raised her head and looked at Zhao Jinyao, then asked in a very calm tone, "How old is this child?"

Zhao Jinyao frowned and thought for a moment, "She should be more than ten years old."

After hearing this, Lin Shuangrong punched Zhao Jinyao's chest with both hands, her eyes full of shock and confusion. "So that's how you exchanged the antidote with your father when I was poisoned?"

Zhao Jinyao lowered his head and said with a tone full of self-blame, "Yes... and that woman is very similar to the emperor's sister-in-law. I didn't expect that this child would also... I just knew my father's purpose. He wanted to kill Zhao Jinghua and let this child replace Zhao Jinghua's position in the emperor's heart."

Lin Shuangrong held Zhao Jinyao's hand in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Don't tell me you want to do this!"

Zhao Jinyao lowered his eyes for a moment and shook his head after hearing this, "No, it was Jinghua who said that truth will come to light. He asked me to talk to you about adopting the child under your name, and that we will have a child of ours thanks to the child." Recalling this, Lin Shuangrong smiled silently at Zhao Jinyao's calculating face, and swore in her heart, "Zhao Jinyao, you and Zhao Mingsheng are really the same kind of people. I, Lin Shuangrong, swear here today that I will not let your son live past the wedding night!"