My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

The events of that day were not spread out, so Zhao Mingsheng was told that he had died of illness. The emperor's death was a national mourning, but when the news got out of the palace, the people heard about it as if it was a day of celebration for all. Although they did not dare to celebrate openly, it was extremely lively in a place without soldiers and officials.

At the same time, Wan Sutong sat in her boudoir and sighed, "System, how did Zhao Mingsheng become emperor if he is so stupid?"

The system chuckled and said, "The host asked at the right time. There is a teahouse in East City talking about this." After saying that, the system opened the screen.

In the picture, the storyteller picked up the wake-up stick and slammed the table, "Storytelling and singing operas persuade people, walk in the middle of the three roads, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the right way in the world! It is vicissitudes!"

The whole room cheered "Good! Good! Good!"

The storyteller smiled and got to the point. "The last chapter said that Emperor Hongyu led his army southward and met Emperor Zhaowen's empress, Murong, on the way. There was a child beside her. This person was Zhao Honglin. Who is he? Zhao Mingsheng's father, the first Prince Lin of Zhao State!" At this point, the storyteller chuckled and said, "Everyone, only from me can you understand why Zhao Mingsheng was able to ascend the throne. If you go to other teahouses, you will have a question from beginning to end. Zhao Mingsheng is the son of a prince. Why was the son able to ascend the throne as emperor?" Then the storyteller picked up the wake-up stick and said, "It's because of this Murong!" He slammed the wake-up stick on the table and said, "This Murong was the first wife of Emperor Zhaowen. She was also the aunt of Emperor Hongyu's mother, so Prince Lin and Emperor Hongyu were related by love. Emperor Hongyu brought them back to Kyoto and honored Murong as the empress dowager, and named Zhao Honglin as Prince Lin. Emperor Hongyu had no beauties in the harem at that time, so this Murong set her sights on the position of empress, and discussed it with her brother from her natal family."

At this point, the storyteller seemed to have entered the role. He spoke with a raised voice and a smile, "Brother, there is not a single empress in the harem. I think your daughter, my niece, is just right. How about you send her to the palace?" Wan Sutong laughed out loud after hearing this, "Is this the empress dowager? Isn't the tone of her voice like that of a brothel owner in a TV drama?"

At this time, the storyteller cleared his throat and said, "So the two of them discussed and sent Empress Xianzhuang into the palace. But for some reason, Empress Xianzhuang had not given birth for ten years after marrying into the palace. Emperor Hongyu did not mind at all and had no plans to take in a new woman. When Murong saw this, she became anxious again and told Emperor Hongyu that the foundation of the country depended on the heirs, so you had to select the concubines. Since she had no children, you had to depose her! However, Emperor Hongyu only said four words." After he finished speaking, the storyteller looked at the audience and smiled.

Everyone immediately asked, "Don't keep us in suspense. What is it?"

The storyteller laughed, picked up the wake-up stick and slapped the table, "Go with the flow! What do these four words mean? Children come at different times, just don't worry about it! Murong was unhappy when she heard this, so why not adopt a child! So she brought Emperor Minghua into the palace. Emperor Minghua was the eldest son of Prince Lin, not the biological son of Emperor Hongyu. Now you can probably guess why the throne fell into the hands of Zhao Mingsheng." After he finished speaking, Wan Sutong and everyone in the teahouse exclaimed in sudden enlightenment.

The storyteller laughed and said, "But at first, Emperor Hongyu did not want to adopt the child under his name. Think about it, if it were you, if you adopted the child, it would be like telling the public that you are inhumane! Are you willing?" Everyone in the teahouse shook their heads.

Seeing this, the storyteller nodded and said, "So, Emperor Hongyu was very angry. The ministers in the court persuaded Emperor Hongyu to select the concubines. When Emperor Hongyu heard this, he spoke slowly." At this, the storyteller's expression was serious, "You are not worried about state affairs, but my family affairs. Do you want to give me bones?" After the storyteller finished speaking, he chuckled and said, "What do you mean? You are not worried about state affairs, but my family affairs. How can you want to retire early? As soon as these words came out, the hall was silent. Less than seven days later, , Emperor Hongyu gave the child to Empress Xianzhuang to raise. Why? The child was too young! Not even a hundred days old! He wanted to send the child back to Princess Lin, but Princess Lin had already jumped into a well because of this matter! The emperor was kind and could not bear to see the child suffer. He had no choice but to adopt him as his eldest son. Until Empress Xianzhuang passed away, Emperor Hongyu did not select any concubines. Later, Emperor Hongyu passed away and passed the throne to Emperor Minghua. The turning point of the matter was at this time." After that, the storyteller picked up the wake-up stick and slapped the table. "Let's talk about it next time." After that, there was applause from the audience.

After hearing this, Wan Sutong looked at the system angrily, her tone was furious, "0533! Tell me what this is about! It's all nonsense! There was not a few serious words, and all you know is that Emperor Minghua and Zhaomingsheng are brothers! Emperor Hongyu has no children! And what else? There is only a queen and no concubines! Are you kidding!"

The system chuckled and said in an embarrassed tone, "Well, host, don't worry. I'll tell you in the afternoon. He has two levels: the upper and lower levels."

Wan Sutong was so angry that she gritted her teeth. "You definitely did it on purpose. After I finished reading this storyteller, it's no longer interesting to listen to you. You're free now, right?"

The system waved its hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I really didn't know he would dig a trap!"

Wan Sutong sighed, "Now that Zhao Mingsheng is dead, I can't go to the storyteller to ask about the follow-up. I'm not an ordinary citizen. If I ask, it would be insulting the king. You really are..." At this point, Wan Sutong sighed heavily, "Is there any other teahouse?"

The system chuckled again, "More nonsense than what he said." Wan Sutong held his forehead with his right hand and was very speechless. At this time, Su Qinghui walked in, "Why are you melancholy?"

Wan Sutong looked up at Su Qinghui as if she had found a savior. "Mom, look at it. It showed me a storyteller's story about Zhao Mingsheng. After reading it for a long time, it told me that he and Emperor Minghua are brothers!"

Su Qinghui chuckled and said, "That's how storytellers are. If you don't keep the best ones, customers won't come."

At this time in the palace

Zhao Jinghua had her hair tied high, wearing a white jade hair crown, a silver-white narrow-sleeved long gown, a black belt around her waist, and a white mourning belt. She was kneeling behind Zhao Jinfang, with her head slightly lowered and her eyes closed.

At this time, Zhao Jinfang slowly said, "Jinghua, if you are tired, go back. You just returned to Kyoto yesterday and didn't sleep all night."

Zhao Jinghua slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "If the child leaves, you will be laughed at by others."

Zhao Jinfang sighed and was about to speak, but Zhao Jinyao beside him sneered, "Jinghua, there's no need to stay here. Besides, you're his great-nephew, and none of your brothers are here, right?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled, "They are still young, it's normal that they don't know etiquette." The two were about to persuade them when Eunuch Chen walked into the mourning hall and said quickly, "Oh, my majesty, the eldest prince cannot leave. If he leaves, it would be heartless. Unless your majesty really wants to sentence the eldest prince to death, that is absolutely not possible."

Zhao Jinyao looked at him guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, nephew. Uncle Wang doesn't understand either."

Zhao Jinfang sighed helplessly, "Don't talk about you, I don't understand." Then he grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the brazier. "Jinghua, why don't you just sleep here?"

Zhao Jinyao sighed after hearing this, "It's so scary to sleep here, what do you think, my brother?"

Zhao Jinfang glanced at Zhao Jinyao and said, "He hasn't slept for three days. Now it's your turn. Are you going to sleep?"

"Um... this..." After a moment, Zhao Jinyao shook his head firmly. "I won't sleep even if I'm dead tired. I was the one who poisoned him. I dare not sleep in his mourning hall." Zhao Jinfang looked at Zhao Jinyao, chuckled, and said nothing more.