My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and held Wan Sutong's hand, then kissed the back of her hand. "I'm fine, don't cry."

Wan Sutong nodded and then buried her head in Zhao Jinghua's chest. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the time when Zhao Jinghua passed away. Wan Sutong felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She sighed heavily and hugged Zhao Jinghua tightly. "I'm sorry... You risked your life for me, and I thought you didn't want me to leave you. I'm sorry."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled after hearing this, and the laughter was like the warm sun in winter, instantly warming Wan Sutong's anxious heart. Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and gently stroked Wan Sutong's back, saying softly, "You don't have to apologize to me. It's my fault that I didn't protect you well. The fact that Madam thinks that I harmed you also proves that Madam, you know how much I care about you."

Wan Sutong frowned when she heard this and raised her hand to hit Zhao Jinghua's chest. Then she placed her fingers on Zhao Jinghua's wrist. After a moment, she asked in surprise, "Is your pulse stable? Where are you injured?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed and slowly sat up, then hugged Wan Sutong in his arms. "I'm fine, but Zhao Jinyao is still alive. Zhao Jinfang just killed his clone. He used your birth date to bring your soul into the nightmare he created. The nightmare will magnify the fear of people ten times or even a hundred times. Therefore, no one can control the fear. Breaking down and crying, going crazy, there are only two kinds of consequences."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong turned to look at Zhao Jinghua in disbelief, "I see. Didn't I say I'm not the kind of person who cries easily? Will there be a next time?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and held Wan Sutong's hand. "Is the talisman paper in your hand?"

Wan Sutong nodded repeatedly and wanted to take out the talisman paper, but was stopped by Zhao Jinghua, "Just put it in the spiritual sea, there won't be a next time. The talisman is the birth date of both you and me. As long as it is not burned, no one can take your soul away. You and I are together."

Wan Sutong felt it was very magical and said, "It means that Zhao Jinyao only has my birth date and time from now on, and he can't drag me into a nightmare, unless he also has your birth date and time?" After saying that, Wan Sutong looked at Zhao Jinghua as if he was looking at a fool, "But he knows that your birthday is the eighth day of the eighth month! Otherwise, how could he let me and Zhao Sinian get married on that day!"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled, clapped his hands and tapped Wan Sutong's forehead, "Madam, do you think I'm stupid?" After saying that, Zhao Jinghua slightly raised his head and raised a sinister smile, "How could I not think that what was written down must be my birthday when I was Zhao Hongyu. Even if he knew that I was Zhao Hongyu, it would be useless to look it up in the Records of the Grand Historian. The birthday recorded in the Records of the Grand Historian is Zhao Honglin's birthday. We used to celebrate birthdays together, just for the day when we could use him."

Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua's smile and for the first time she didn't feel scared, but felt very reassured. But a moment later she realized a serious problem, "What about Princess Lin?"

"Don't worry, I was afraid that he would implicate Lin Shuangrong, so I told him that I killed Zhao Sinian, that's why we had a fight. I'm fine, but he was seriously injured. He can't use his spiritual power for at least three days." Zhao Jinghua spoke in a calm tone, and there was a smile at the end of the last sentence. Wan Sutong nodded with relief, "That's good."

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and gently stroked Wan Sutong's cheek. "You need to tell Lin Shuangrong to prepare herself and not to show any flaws." Zhao Jinghua sighed. "I'm afraid he will say that he never left the secret room three years ago. With Princess Lin's personality, since she can tolerate Zhao Sinian, she will definitely believe this."

Wan Sutong sighed heavily after hearing this. "Since Princess Lin has made up her mind to kill Zhao Sinian, how could she possibly trust him?"

Zhao Jinghua looked out the window and sneered with a trace of worry in his eyes, "Because Zhao Jinyao only has Zhao Congyu, he must be strictly disciplined, which is definitely different from three years ago. If you use some sweet words, she will believe it. Don't tell Lin Shuangrong. If she is afraid of King Lin, it is equivalent to harming her. If she doesn't believe it, she will hate you."

Wan Sutong puffed up her cheeks and nodded sadly, "Don't worry, I know, so if he can draw inferences from this incident, can he still use this as an excuse to make Zhao Jinfang trust him again?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded with a smile on his face, "My wife is really smart."

After this incident, the relationship between the two became deeper, and Wan Sutong completely trusted Zhao Jinghua. Zhao Jinyao's move was an unexpected success and built a stepping stone for their love.

The next morning, Zhao Jinghuai rubbed her eyes and found that it was Feng Ming lying on her side. She thought she had seen it wrong, so she rubbed her eyes again. Seeing that it was still Feng Ming, Zhao Jinghuai sat up and asked in confusion, "Sister Feng Ming, aren't you in the same room with my mother?"

Feng Ming chuckled when he heard this, "Your brother missed your sister-in-law, and he switched rooms with your aunt last night. Your aunt wanted to sleep with my mother, so she switched me to your room." Zhao Jinghuai nodded obediently after hearing this.

At this time, Wan Sutong knocked on Lin Shuangrong's door and said, "Mother, are you awake?"

Soon Chun Tao opened the door and bowed to Wan Sutong, "Greetings to the Crown Prince's Consort."

Wan Sutong nodded slightly and then walked into the room, kneeling slightly to Lin Shuangrong and saying, "Mother."

Zhao Congyu called out "brother sister-in-law" very obediently.

Lin Shuangrong chuckled and asked Wan Sutong to sit beside her. "Sit down. What do you want to see mother for?"

Wan Sutong shook her head and then raised her hand to hold Lin Shuangrong's hand, looking at her with a worried look on her face, "Mother, my husband and I can't go back to the palace with you."

Lin Shuangrong was surprised after hearing this. "What's wrong?"

Wan Sutong frowned slightly and whispered in Lin Shuangrong's ear, "Prince Lin is still alive. He knows that Zhao Sinian is dead."

When Lin Shuangrong heard this, the smile on her face froze instantly, and she looked at Wan Sutong in disbelief, "How could it be!"

Wan Sutong raised her hands and hugged Lin Shuangrong, then whispered, "Yesterday, King Lin dragged my soul into a nightmare, and it was Jinghua who risked his life to save me." Then, before Lin Shuangrong could speak, she added, "Don't worry, Jinghua told King Lin last night that he was the one who killed Zhao Sinian. Then you can pretend to know that Zhao Sinian is dead, and then ask King Lin where he went and cry to him."

Lin Shuangrong lowered her eyes and nodded, "Okay, is there anything else to do?"

Wan Sutong shook her head slightly, then knelt down and saluted, "Take care," then turned and left

At this time, everyone in Kyoto was talking about the Emperor Hongyu's resurrection. The more they talked about it, the more bizarre it became. Some people even said that Zhao Hongyu had turned into a dragon and flew out of an ancient well.

Others said that Zhao Hongyu had prepared for a rainy day by carving a doll in his early years and had set up a spirit-calling array next to the doll. It was feared that the doll had already been resurrected and had only just reappeared.

Some even said that the koi in the palace had been stained with Zhao Hongyu's blood, and the koi had transformed into a demon. Now Zhao Hongyu leaned over the koi with that drop of blood, and transformed into a human. Now he has been resurrected and wants to unify the country.

Wan Sutong was confused when he heard this, thinking to himself, "If I hadn't been there, I would have believed it. What they said is well-founded." So Wan Sutong brought Zhao Jinghua to the East City Teahouse to see what the storyteller had to say.

At this time, the storyteller walked onto the stage, came to the table, sat down, straightened his clothes, picked up the wake-up stick and slapped the table, and the whole teahouse fell silent in an instant.