My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Thank you, Miss Prime Minister." Zhao Jingyu bowed and looked at the steward beside him, "Quickly take Miss Prime Minister over."

Wan Sutong turned her head and cast a gentle glance at Zhao Jinghua. "When I come back, the Seventh Prince will be handed over to you." Then she handed Zhao Jinghua an acupuncture bag.

Zhao Jinghua took the acupuncture bag and chuckled, "Okay."

But when Zhao Jingyu heard this voice, he suddenly looked at Zhao Jinghua, and then said in disbelief, "You...you...you are..." Before he finished speaking, the steward sighed and said, "This is Miss Prime Minister's senior brother Ming Ye."

Zhao Jingyu glanced at the steward coldly, and said with suppressed anger, "Why don't you take Miss Prime Minister over there!"

The steward nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes," and then he turned sideways to signal Wan Sutong to move over, "Miss Prime Minister, please!"

Wan Sutong smiled to the side and followed the steward to the backyard. "System, how could this steward be so tactless? He knew Zhao Jingyu from his expression and didn't even need him to introduce him."

0533 A sneer floated behind Wan Sutong, "That's right"

At this time, Zhao Jingyu looked at the palace maid beside him and said, "You go down."

The maid withdrew her hand and knelt down to salute. "I'll take my leave," she said, and turned to leave. Zhao Jinghua put the acupuncture bag into Linghai, then walked forward and helped Zhao Jingyu back to the house without saying a word. During this time, Zhao Jingyu kept turning his head to look at Zhao Jinghua, wanting to ask questions but hesitated.

Zhao Jinghua helped him sit on the couch and said in a lukewarm tone, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhao Jingyu said "oh" very obediently, and then placed his right hand on the square pillow beside him. Zhao Jinghua bent down and placed his left hand on his wrist. After a moment, he frowned slightly and transferred the spiritual power into his dantian. "How is it?"

Zhao Jingyu calmed down and felt it for a while. Not only did the pain ease, but her breathing became much smoother. She nodded and looked at Zhao Jinghua in confusion, "So it's not tuberculosis, right?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly and straightened his waist. "You are depressed and anxious, so your foundation is damaged. There is no accumulated spiritual power in your body. If it is a few days later, your spiritual power will be exhausted and you will die."

Zhao Jingyu's pupils shrank after hearing this and he quickly held Zhao Jinghua's left hand. "Please help me! My mother has already lost my brother. If I leave too... she might..." Zhao Jingyu burst into tears at this moment. After all, Zhao Jingyu was still an eighteen-year-old child. He couldn't help but lose control of his emotions when he thought about the separation of life and death.

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and gently stroked Zhao Jingyu's head, "Don't be afraid."

At this time, Wan Sutong came to the residence of Concubine Chen, and saw Concubine Shu was hugging Concubine Chen and comforting her softly, "Sister, look who's here."

The concubine of Chen regained a bit of clarity at this time. After hearing this, she turned her head and looked at Wan Sutong. "She looks familiar."

Seeing this, Wan Sutong walked forward and smiled softly, "Aunt, I'm Sutong, don't you remember me?"

Concubine Chen nodded half asleep and half awake, "Jinghua's sweetheart has grown up and become more beautiful." Then she motioned Wan Sutong to sit next to her, "Sit down, how did you know your aunt is here?"

Wan Sutong smiled sweetly, "The Seventh Prince asked me to treat you." When mentioning Zhao Jingyu, Concubine Chen lowered her head in great sorrow, "I have caused Jingyu a lot of trouble in the past three years. He has spent a lot of time and money on me, and he is also seriously ill... Alas."

Wan Sutong raised her hand and held the hand of Concubine Chen, comforting her, "Seventh Prince, my senior brother is here. Don't worry, my senior brother's medical skills are definitely better than mine."

The concubine nodded without saying anything. Wan Sutong smiled and said, "Please stretch out your hand and I will feel your pulse."

At this time, Zhao Jingyu was lying on the couch with his upper body naked. Zhao Jinghua was bending over with a silver needle in his hand. He was transferring spiritual power to Zhao Jingyu while inserting the silver needle into the acupuncture point. When he inserted the last needle, he raised his hand to take a handkerchief from the side and wiped the sweat off Zhao Jingyu's forehead. "Don't use spiritual power within three days, otherwise even the gods can't save you."

Zhao Jingyu hummed and turned his head to look at Zhao Jinghua. "Is it really okay for you to continuously supply me with spiritual energy? And you are only in the Chaos Stage."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and sat on a wooden chair beside him. "I can't practice. I am transferring my spiritual energy into spiritual power and sending it to you."

Zhao Jingyu sighed and asked in confusion, "What about you now?"

Zhao Jinghua picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip of tea. "He is half human and half ghost, right?"

Zhao Jingyu frowned slightly, like a deflated ball, thinking, "So it wasn't fake death." Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Jinghua, "Do you also know medical skills?"

Zhao Jinghua heard Zhao Jingyu's thoughts, put down the teacup and chuckled, "Well, it is..."

Zhao Jingyu nodded, "Does the emperor know?"

Zhao Jinghua knew what Zhao Jingyu was thinking, so he deliberately refused to admit his identity. "You mean your father? He knows."

Zhao Jingyu asked in surprise, "Brother, are you still blaming our father?"

Zhao Jinghua pretended to be enlightened and said, "Do you think I am Zhao Jinghua? No, I am your great-grandfather."

Zhao Jingyu's pupils suddenly shrank upon hearing this, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to get up but was stopped by Zhao Jinghua, "Don't move! He and I are the same person. I just wanted to provoke you to spit out the blood."

Zhao Jingyu heard this and closed his eyes, lying motionless on the couch. "Oh, how do you know that my problem is you?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed, "Have you forgotten that I can hear what you are thinking?"

At the same time, Wan Sutong took out a silver needle from the acupuncture bag. She closed her eyes and calmed her mind, then carefully inserted the silver needle into the top of Chen Fei's head.

As soon as the silver needle landed, 0533 clapped his hands in encouragement, "Host is awesome!"

Wan Sutong swallowed and took out another silver needle, piercing his forehead. 0533 raised his hands and applauded, "Host, come on! You can do it, don't be nervous!"

After about an incense stick of time, Su Tong put the silver needle into the acupuncture bag. Seeing that Concubine Chen was already asleep, she looked at Concubine Shu who was more nervous than herself. "Acupuncture will be effective in three days, and you will be cured in seven days." After saying that, she slowly stood up. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Concubine Shu grabbed her sleeve and said, "Don't you want to drink some medicine?"

Wan Sutong chuckled and shook her head. "No need. If you are worried, you can wear some soothing spices by your side."

Concubine Shu nodded and put down Wan Sutong's sleeves. "Thank you."

Wan Sutong walked out of the backyard and looked at the steward who had been waiting for a long time, "Let's go."

At this time, Zhao Jinghua slowly stood up from the chair, and then waved his sleeves. The silver needle on Zhao Jingyu's back was pulled out of his flesh and blood in an instant, and then quickly returned to Zhao Jinghua's hand. "Is it better now?" Zhao Jingyu hummed and picked up the clothes beside him.

At this time, in the corridor leading to Zhao Jingyu's bedroom, the steward turned his head to look at Wan Sutong, and his tone sounded very worried, "Miss Prime Minister has seen the true appearance of your senior brother. It is said that he is only fifteen years younger than your master. You have to consider it carefully. The Prime Minister will definitely not agree."

0533 shook his head in disapproval after hearing this. "Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder your Highness doesn't like you. You're stretching your hand too far."

Wan Sutong frowned. She already had some problems with the manager. If Zhao Jinghua hadn't suppressed her anger, she would have ignited like a powder keg. His question undoubtedly meant that Zhao Jinghua was old and an old cucumber with green paint. Wan Sutong suppressed her anger and said something sarcastic in a gentle tone, "I know you are doing this for my own good, but you and I are not related. You say it as if you know my father better. Aren't you meddling a little too much? And I have seen my senior brother's true appearance. He is not the old cucumber with green paint you said."

The manager didn't get what he wanted to hear, so he sighed and said slowly, "What a pity, you are so stubborn."

Wan Sutong rolled her eyes when she heard this, covered her mouth with her left hand and laughed, "Oh~ old man, I don't mind kicking your butt with my pointed embroidered shoes." After saying that, she raised her foot and a short knife appeared at the tip of her embroidered shoes. Wan Sutong kicked hard and stabbed the butt of the manager with the tip of the knife.