My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Zhao Jinghua looked at the eight characters written by Wan Sutong, and a smile gradually spread across his face. He thought to himself, "She really shouldn't stay here. This pedantic dynasty is not worthy of her."

Wan Sutong handed the painting to Mr. Xuetang, and bowed his head slightly, "Excuse me for showing off my ugliness."

The teacher in the school carefully watched the words fall and nodded in admiration, "Of course you are worthy of being the daughter of the right prime minister. You are really talented."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong waved her hands and said, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first. If the school needs money in the future, just go to Wanfulou and talk to the accountant."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the academy teacher lowered his head, and then bowed slightly, "No need, you have already helped me repair the academy, and..." At this point, the academy teacher looked up and looked around the brand new academy, "How dare I cause you trouble, no need, I understand your intentions." After he finished speaking, the academy teacher actually knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Wan Sutong, "On behalf of my student, I would like to thank the Crown Prince's Consort for her kindness." Seeing this, Wan Sutong's mind went blank, and she was stunned on the spot for a moment.

At this time, the students also knelt slowly and said in unison, "When we pass the exam, we will never forget our benefactor." Only after they finished speaking did Wan Sutong come back to his senses from his shock, "Hurry up! You don't have to be so polite to me."

Seeing that they couldn't get up, Wan Sutong hurriedly helped the teacher up, then quickly walked to the students and helped them up one by one. She was about to speak, but seeing the determined eyes of the students, she turned around and looked at Zhao Jinghua helplessly.

Zhao Jinghua smiled and walked to Wan Sutong's side and said slowly, "Madam, if they don't want to, don't force them. Let's go. The teacher should teach the students."

Wan Sutong said "oh" and then took Zhao Jinghua's hand. She looked at the students hesitantly, then sighed, nodded slightly to the teacher, and walked out of the school. Behind her, the teacher and the students saluted respectfully, "Farewell, Crown Prince, Crown Princess, your great kindness will never be forgotten."

After leaving the school and getting on the carriage, Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua and asked with a little confusion, "Jinghua, why does Zhao Kingdom have no female officials, but Wujin Kingdom has?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly with disappointment in his eyes. "A hundred years ago, all countries had issued imperial decrees that women could also take the imperial examinations and serve as officials in the court together with men. However, the people in the Central Plains were not as open-minded as those in the Western Regions. Even if schools were opened in various cities to teach only women and did not accept tuition fees, no people were willing to send their daughters to school. Instead, they begged the teachers to send their sons to school, hoping that they would pass the exams and become rich and powerful, and look forward to getting a hefty betrothal gift for their daughters when they got married. Even officials in the court did not want their daughters to take the imperial examinations. They were so pedantic that they thought it was inappropriate for women to show their faces in public and it was against morals. Women did not dare to disobey their parents' orders, so this imperial decree became meaningless. Only some countries in the Western Regions retained it, including the Wujin Kingdom."

Wan Sutong frowned in disbelief, and asked in a very surprised tone, "Not even a woman?"

"Yes, but very few. But in the end, their parents couldn't stand the strange looks from the world, so they sent them back home one after another." Zhao Jinghua sighed heavily after saying this.

Wan Sutong shook her head in disbelief, "This era is so pedantic and conservative!"

Before Zhao Jinghua could answer, 0533 shrugged and sighed, "The land west of Wujin Country is called the Western Regions, but they are not grassland people, they just belong to the west. In modern terms, they are Westerners, ruled by Westerners, so how can their customs not be open?"

Wan Sutong covered her mouth in shock. "No wonder my brother has blond curly hair! It turns out he's mixed-blood!"

0533 shook his head and said, "NO~NO~NO, Wu Yisa is not a mixed-race person, she is a pure Westerner, while Zhao Jinghua is a mixed-race person of Chinese and Western descent."

About half an incense stick later, the carriage arrived at the Seventh Prince's Mansion. At this time, Zhao Jingyu was still attending the morning court in Taichu Palace, so Wan Sutong took Zhao Jinghua straight to the backyard to see how the Concubine Chen was recovering.

When I arrived at the backyard, I saw that the Concubine Chen was wearing a dark green large-sleeved shirt and holding a pair of scissors for trimming branches. When she saw Wan Sutong, she smiled gently and put the scissors on the table behind her. "Sutong is here~"

Wan Sutong nodded and let go of Zhao Jinghua's hand, and quickly walked to the side of Chen Fei and asked, "How are you feeling today?"

The concubine stretched out her left hand and nodded gently, "Very good."

Wan Sutong placed her fingers on the Concubine Chen's wrist and felt her steady pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great."

At this time, Chen Fei set her sights on Zhao Jinghua in the distance. "Who is he?"

Wan Sutong's pupils shrank when she heard this, and she thought to herself, "It's over. If she knew you were Zhao Jinghua, she would go crazy!" After saying that, she looked back at Zhao Jinghua with an embarrassed look on her face, "What should I do?"

Seeing Wan Sutong's expression, Concubine Chen smiled knowingly and said, "He must be Jinghua, right?"

After hearing this, Wan Sutong waved her hands repeatedly and said firmly, "No, no, no, he is the prince of Lin Wang. He just looks like Jinghua. I made him wear a mask because I was afraid that it would upset you."

After hearing this, Concubine Chen covered her mouth and chuckled, "He is definitely not the Prince of Lin." After she finished speaking, she gently held Wan Sutong's hand and said, "Sutong, it was indeed my son who made the mistake first. If he is really Jinghua, it can be regarded as a solution to my worries."

After saying that, Wan Sutong glanced at Zhao Jinghua. Just as she was about to ask for his opinion in her heart, she saw Zhao Jinghua taking off his mask and then slowly walking towards her. Seeing this, Concubine Chen sighed and looked at Wan Sutong, "Sutong, go to the room and rest first. Jinghua and I have a few words to say."

Wan Sutong nodded without hesitation and jumped into the house. Zhao Jinghua looked at Wan Sutong's back and chuckled unconsciously, but the next moment he felt a sharp blade piercing his abdomen. Zhao Jinghua frowned and looked down with an expression of expectation, only to see a long sword piercing his abdomen straight.

He raised his head and looked at Concubine Chen again. Concubine Chen had a look of joy on her face as if she had gotten revenge. "You were still alive, why did he kill my son? I want you to be buried with my son." After that, she pushed the sword one more inch deeper. Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly and groaned. Blood flowed along the groove on the tip of the sword to the ground. This was the sword that Concubine Chen had specially chosen for this day. The groove on the sword would drain the blood from the wound. Even if the wound was not fatal, as long as the sword was not pulled out, the blood would continue to flow out until death.

Zhao Jinghua gushed out a large mouthful of blood at this time, but when he looked at Chen Fei, his eyes were full of pity. Chen Fei was frightened by his eyes and loosened her hand holding the long sword, and then retreated repeatedly, because she knew that Zhao Jinghua was at the realm of true god, and if she didn't kill him, he would definitely kill her.

But Zhao Jinghua sneered helplessly after seeing this. His chest was heaving violently, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He lowered his eyes and covered his abdomen tightly. When he looked at Chen Fei again, his eyes were full of helplessness. "I occupied Zhao Sinian's body. Now I can only be regarded as a living dead. You know, I have a mole on the inside of my arm. If you don't believe it, you can come and see it."