My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

The next morning, Wan Sutong and Zhao Jinghua left the palace in a carriage. When the carriage arrived outside the villa, Zhao Jinghua helped Wan Sutong get off the carriage.

Seeing Su Qinghui who had been waiting for a long time, Zhao Jinghua bowed his head slightly and respectfully called her mother-in-law.

Su Qinghui hummed and quickly walked forward to hold Wan Sutong's hand, asking Wan Sutong about her well-being, "Tongtong, are you eating well and sleeping well in the palace? Do you miss home?"

Wan Sutong smiled and hugged Su Qinghui, "I'm fine."

At this time, Wan Yanzhong walked out of the villa, trotted to Zhao Jinghua, bowed and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and nodded slightly, calling him "father-in-law".

Wan Yanzhong laughed heartily when he heard Zhao Jinghua's voice. Only then did he understand what Feng Ming meant by the suspense. "Your Highness, please..."

After hearing this, Zhao Jinghua looked back at Wan Sutong, who made an OK gesture to him. Zhao Jinghua nodded and followed Wan Yanzhong into the villa.

Wan Sutong gently stroked Su Qinghui's back and said, "Don't worry, Mom. Jinghua treats me very well and always puts me first."

Su Qinghui nodded with relief. "That's good. Mom, he seems to be a lot shorter than before. Is it because the heels he wore before were too high?"

Wan Sutong chuckled after hearing this and planned to tell Zhao Jinghua about his mother's doubts about his height. "You don't think Jinghua is faking his death! No~ It's like he's resurrected from the dead."

Su Qinghui's pupils shrank after hearing this, "Tongtong, you really poisoned Prince Lin!"

Wan Sutong shook her head and waved her hands, "No, no, no, I didn't do that. It was Princess Lin who was so angry that she poisoned Zhao Sinian. It has something to do with me."

At this time, the old housekeeper of the villa came out from the main hall and was overjoyed when he saw Zhao Jinghua. "You are back." Zhao Jinghua smiled when he heard this. He nodded slightly but did not speak.

At this time, the mother and daughter walked in hand in hand. When they entered the main hall, they saw Zhao Jinghuai sitting next to Su Yahui. Zhao Jinghua did not show any surprise after seeing this. Instead, he bowed calmly and said, "Greetings to the virtuous concubine."

Zhao Jinghuai looked up immediately after hearing Zhao Jinghua's voice. When she met Zhao Jinghua's calm gaze, she cried and hid in Su Yahui's arms. "Mother, does my brother not recognize me?"

Su Yahui frowned slightly and stroked Zhao Jinghuai's back, "Be good and don't cry, your brother..." At this point, Zhao Jinghua sighed and slowly said, "Huai'er, come to your brother."

Zhao Jinghuai heard this and left and ran towards Zhao Jinghua, "Brother Emperor".

Zhao Jinghua held her in his arms and then slowly stood up and picked her up. At this time, Wan Sutong walked in and saw this scene. She quickly ran to Zhao Jinghua's side and wiped the tears from Zhao Jinghua's cheeks. "Jinghuai, why are you crying? Did your brother bully you?"

Zhao Jinghuai glanced at Zhao Jinghua cautiously, then looked at Wan Sutong and sniffed, "Sister-in-law... my brother has changed. He used to always look at me with a smile, but now he looks indifferent..."

Wan Sutong frowned after hearing this, knowing that Zhao Jinghua could hear her inner voice, so she thought to herself, "Jinghua, what's wrong with you? Didn't you love Jinghuai the most in the past? Is it because of the memory of two lives?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed after hearing Wan Sutong's thoughts, then patted Zhao Jinghuai on the back and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, our Huai'er has grown up. It's your fault that your brother didn't recognize you for a while."

Zhao Jinghuai looked up at Zhao Jinghua for confirmation. "Really?" Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly with a smile on his face but did not say anything.

Su Yahui smiled awkwardly at this and said, "You haven't had your meal yet, right? The maid just happened to say that it's ready. Feng'er made all the dishes that you like, Tongtong."

When Wan Sutong heard this, her eyes lit up and she ran straight to the dining hall. Zhao Jinghua chuckled when he saw Wan Sutong walking away in small steps.

Zhao Jinghuai saw Zhao Jinghua's smile at this moment, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he thought to himself, "My brother has changed... He no longer smiles at me."

Zhao Jinghua pretended not to hear Zhao Jinghuai's thoughts and smiled faintly at him.

Wan Yanzhong looked at Zhao Jinghua with a smile on his face. "Your Highness, please." Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and walked towards the dining hall holding Zhao Jinghuai.

The family came to the dining room and just sat down when they heard a thunder outside the house. The sky, which was originally sunny, suddenly became windy and rain poured down.

Su Yahui exclaimed, "It rained so suddenly."

At the same time, an assassin suddenly broke into the palace where Zhao Jinyao was. When the assassin saw Zhao Jinyao, he immediately threw a dagger, straight at Zhao Jinyao's face. Zhao Jinyao's pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly raised his hand to knock the dagger down with his spiritual power. Seeing this, the assassin quickly climbed out the window

Zhao Jinyao chased after him, but the heavy rain soon made Zhao Jinyao lose his target. Just as he was surprised, countless sounds of breaking through the air came towards him. Zhao Jinyao's pupils suddenly shrank and he was shocked by the scene in front of him, as if time had stopped at this moment. Arrows came towards him from all directions. There were countless secret guards standing on the wall of the palace, with bows in their hands and arrows in front of them. Zhao Jinyao closed his eyes resignedly, and countless arrows shot into his body at this moment. Zhao Jinyao also knelt on the ground at this moment. He was unwilling to recall who he had offended, or which step he had made a mistake. If he exposed Si Nian, would he be in a worse situation?

Soon, a pair of bright yellow short boots appeared in front of Zhao Jinyao, and he no longer felt wet from the rain. Zhao Jinyao raised his head with hope in his eyes, but when he met Zhao Jinfang's indifferent face, his hope was shattered at this moment.

Zhao Jinfang held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, with the umbrella tilted towards Zhao Jinyao. When he spoke, his tone was cold and he had the attitude of a superior, "Brother Wang, do you know why I want to kill you?"

When Zhao Jinyao opened his mouth, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Where is Sinian? How is he!" Zhao Jin sighed after hearing this. He didn't expect that Zhao Jinyao's first question was not why, but how was Zhao Sinian, which made him feel inferior instantly.

Seeing that Zhao Jinfang did not answer, Zhao Jinyao panicked for a moment. "He is innocent... He did nothing wrong. It was me... I was the one who forced him. Please let him go! Please!"

Zhao Jinfang sneered and shook his head, "He is not Zhao Sinian."

Zhao Jinyao nodded and gave a bitter smile, blood continuously gushing out of his mouth. “So that’s how it is…” He looked up at Zhao Jinfang. “…Shuangrong…she doesn’t even…know…still…hope…” Before he could finish his words, Zhao Jinyao fell heavily to the ground. The blood-mixed rain splashed and wet Zhao Jinfang’s clothes. Soon, blood flowed under Zhao Jinyao’s body, but it was gradually washed away by the rain.

Zhao Jinfang looked at all this indifferently. He sneered and said indifferently what Zhao Jinyao wanted to hear, "Don't worry, your matter has nothing to do with Lin Shuangrong." Then he turned around and ordered the secret guards beside him, "Carry her to the mass grave and bury her." As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed a gold medal of immunity from death and handed it to the secret guard who assassinated Zhao Jinyao at the beginning, "You are free. With this gold medal, no one will dare to arrest you anymore."

The secret guard took the golden medal of immunity from death, knelt down and kowtowed, not caring about getting his clothes soaked by the rain, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guard stood up quickly and left the palace without looking back, as if he was afraid that Zhao Jinfang would regret it.