My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

The concubine shook her head cautiously, "How do I know you won't kill me with this?"

Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly, tilted his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood, then closed his eyes. He looked extremely painful at the moment. He lowered his voice and spoke softly, as if he was afraid that she would get emotional and do something extreme again. "Don't worry, I can't practice now. I have no cultivation." After saying this, he lifted the sleeve of his right hand.

Upon hearing this, Concubine Chen walked forward half-believingly and then stopped when she was one step away from Zhao Jinghua. Looking at Zhao Jinghua's flawless arm, Concubine Chen shook her head in disbelief, "How could it be that there is really a way to resurrect in this world?" Because she clearly remembered that when Zhao Jinghua was born, there was a very small mole on his right arm. Concubine Chen knew that she had done something wrong. She shook her head repeatedly and murmured "I'm sorry."

At this time, Wan Sutong saw that the two had not entered the house for a long time, so she stood up and walked out of the house, but she didn't want to see the scene in front of her. "Jinghua!" Zhao Jinghua's abdomen was pierced by a long sword, blood was hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper. Wan Sutong quickly stepped forward to see her hands trembling constantly, and she didn't know what to do for a while. 0533 was so scared that he froze in place.

The concubine Chen, who was standing by, was already in tears as she sat paralyzed on the bed, apologizing to Zhao Jinghua repeatedly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I thought... I thought you were still alive, and my son..."

Wan Sutong looked at Chen Fei with extremely angry eyes, and then he transformed into a silver snake whip. The sound of the whip piercing the sky was extremely piercing. Just as he was about to step forward, Zhao Jinghua grabbed his wrist. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and his breathing was rapid. "I'm fine... Let's go... Go back to the carriage, don't blame her... I'll explain it to you later."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong suppressed her anger, retracted her whip, then raised her hand and carefully supported Zhao Jinghua's waist, looking at him with a worried look on her face, "Can you still go?" Zhao Jinghua put on a mask and nodded slightly, signaling Wan Sutong to leave

Wan Sutong frowned and looked at Chen Fei with disappointment, then helped Zhao Jinghua out of the backyard.

Soon the two of them arrived at the front yard. At this time, Zhao Jingyu just got off the carriage. When he saw this scene, he was stunned and said, "Who did this!"

0533 Seeing this, he immediately said angrily, "You're back just in time! It's all your mother's fault!" Zhao Jinghua was a little cold at this time, perhaps because of excessive blood loss, and his body was trembling slightly. Zhao Jingyu didn't say anything, but took out a long sword and rushed to the backyard quickly.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinghua quickly scolded, "Zhao Jingyu! She is your biological mother! Do you want to be branded as the one who murdered your biological mother?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jingyu suppressed his emotions and said with his back teeth, "But she hurt you! You died of illness at that time, and Jing He was sentenced to death by my father! She was stupid and crazy. I thought she was my only close relative, so I took her out of the palace in the name of fake death without any grudges! She was already a dead person outside! What am I afraid of!"

Zhao Jinghua was about to speak when he raised his hand to cover his mouth and started coughing. Soon, blood began to seep out from between his fingers. Wan Sutong's pupils shrank suddenly. "Jinghua! Hold on, I'll take you back to the carriage." Zhao Jingyu heard Wan Sutong's anxious cry and quickly retracted his sword and returned to Zhao Jinghua. "Brother, I was wrong. Don't be angry. I was wrong."

Zhao Jinghua said nothing but sent a message to Wan Sutong, asking her to take him away.

Wan Sutong sighed and turned her head to look at Zhao Jingyu. "Your mother's illness has been cured. I don't know why she wanted to kill Jinghua. Maybe there is a misunderstanding, maybe not, but I know you should talk to your mother." After that, she supported Zhao Jinghua and walked out of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly lifted the curtain of the carriage for Wan Sutong. Wan Sutong bowed slightly to the driver, and then carefully helped Zhao Jinghua onto the carriage.

She bent down and stood in front of Zhao Jinghua, carefully observing Zhao Jinghua's pierced abdomen. Not long after, Wan Sutong raised her head and met Zhao Jinghua's gaze. Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice was tinged with tears. "This sword is aimed at the vital point. If it is pulled out... I'm afraid..." Before she finished speaking, Wan Sutong shook her head with a hint of collapse in her tone, "I'm afraid he will die."

Zhao Jinghua was in great pain at the moment, but he shook his head and gently comforted Wan Sutong, "Don't be afraid, although I will be injured, I will not die... ahem... don't be afraid, but if you wait a little longer, I can't guarantee that this body can still survive."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong made up her mind and grasped the hilt of the sword, then pulled out the sword bit by bit. The blade was extremely sharp, which was nothing more than a secondary injury to Zhao Jinghua.

Therefore, Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from making even the slightest sound. When the long sword was completely pulled out, Zhao Jinghua finally couldn't help but groan. The next moment, the wound in his abdomen instantly bleeds like a column. Wan Sutong hurriedly conjured up a hemostatic pill and put it into Zhao Jinghua's mouth, then conjured up two handkerchiefs and pressed them on the wounds that were pierced through the front and back.

Zhao Jinghua felt dizzy at the moment. He looked at Wan Sutong's gradually blurry figure and called out "Sutong" softly.

Wan Sutong was so anxious that tears kept falling. When she heard Zhao Jinghua calling her softly, she quickly looked up at Zhao Jinghua and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand and touched Wan Sutong's cheek, then kissed Wan Sutong on the forehead. "Don't be afraid..." After saying that, his hand gradually slipped away, and then his body fell backwards.

Wan Sutong's pupils suddenly shrank and she kept murmuring, "No, no, Jinghua told me not to be afraid." But when she looked down at the handkerchief that was almost soaked with blood, she panicked, but she did not dare to release her hand that was pressing on the wound, so she did not know how Zhao Jinghua's pulse was.

0533 After watching it, I sighed and thought to myself, "What a pair of unfortunate lovers, they got into trouble just a few days after getting married."

At the same time, Zhao Jingyu tightly grasped the arm of Concubine Chen, and tearfully complained to her, "I finally got to see my brother! Why did you treat me like this! I know you favor my younger brother, why don't you hate me to death! What does my brother's death have to do with my brother! It wasn't him who killed my younger brother! It was my father!"

After hearing this, Concubine Chen shook her head repeatedly and looked at Zhao Jingyu with fear in her eyes, "I didn't do it! I didn't mean it! I thought it was a trap set by her and her son, I really didn't know!"

Zhao Jingyu nodded slightly after hearing this, then sneered, "Aren't you afraid that my father will kill me? You are my prince's consort outside! If you kill him, it's the same as me killing him! Do you know that he is Emperor Hongyu! He is not only my royal brother! He doesn't kill you because he sees you as pitiful! Now my father will have to listen to him." He let go of Concubine Chen's hand and slowly knelt down, "She treated your illness, but you hurt her husband. I beg you, I told you that he was Zhao Hongyu, why didn't you believe it? Now you are forcing me to death!"

After hearing this, Concubine Chen hurriedly helped Zhao Jingyu up, saying in a tearful tone, "Mother knows she was wrong! Get up quickly, what should we do now?"

Zhao Jingyu stood up and sighed heavily. He knew that his mother's character was soft-hearted and would not tolerate hardship. If he did not make things worse, how would she know to change? If it were not for his brother stopping him today, if he really killed his mother in a fit of impulse, it would be too late to regret it.