My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

0533 Looking at Zhao Jinghua's eyes, it felt like the code was about to be confused by fear. "You! You are not going to kill Wu Yiwan!"

Zhao Jinghua looked up at 0533 and said with a joking look in his eyes, "Guess"

0533 screamed instantly, "Ah! Could it be... if there is no poison in this bowl, then you can kill me!"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly. At this time, Eunuch Wang walked into the main hall and was shocked. He quickly ran to Zhao Jinghua's side and said, "Your Highness! What's wrong with you? I'll go call the imperial physician." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but Zhao Jinghua grabbed his wrist and said, "No need... Feng Ming has already gone... Go call Zhou Lang and Eunuch Chen."

The prince nodded and ran out quickly. "Guard Zhou! Guard Zhou! His Highness is calling you." Zhou Lang quickly ran out from the backyard and walked into the study room. When he saw Zhao Jinghua's condition, he quickly walked to Zhao Jinghua and squatted down. "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly. "Go check... the medicine delivered today was made by my mother herself... if it is..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. Zhou Lang hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Jinghua. "If it is my mother... then listen to my arrangements."

Zhou Lang nodded repeatedly, "I understand. I'll take my leave." Zhao Jinghua raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and leaned back in his chair without saying a word.

But at this moment, Zhao Jinghua suddenly felt a burning sensation on his wrist. Seeing Zhao Jinghua frowning slightly, 0533 sneered and said, "Okay! There will be something exciting to watch in this system again."

Zhao Jinghua was about to raise his hand to set up a barrier, but he saw four hurried figures rushing towards him. Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes as if relieved. Not long after, he heard Lord Chen's terrified cry, "Your Highness!"

Gu Song quickly stepped forward to check Zhao Jinghua's pulse and frowned after a while. Seeing this, Eunuch Chen hurriedly asked, "How is your highness?"

Seeing Gu Song shaking his head, the three people in the room felt disappointed. Feng Ming and Eunuch Wang even fell to the ground.

Feng Ming screamed in his heart, "I told you not to drink, I told you not to drink, how can I tell my sister!" 0610 quickly spoke to comfort him, "Host, calm down, just in case everything is alright!"

Eunuch Chen asked in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, can you wake up?" Gu Song chuckled and said, "I mean, it's okay. The skills that Your Highness has practiced can detoxify himself, except for the poison."

The two eunuchs were relieved when they heard this. Feng Ming suddenly realized, "I asked him why he didn't let me drink, but he insisted on drinking it."

Gu Song smiled helplessly after hearing this. "Your Highness will wake up in an hour." He looked at Feng Ming and said, "I wonder what Your Highness drank?"

Feng Ming quickly pointed to the white jade bowl on the table in the distance and said, "That's the one the Queen sent!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Song hurried over and saw some medicine at the bottom of the bowl. Gu Song picked it up and smelled it, then frowned slightly. "This is a medicine to increase spiritual power. It should be a colorless and tasteless poison. It may be Bi'an San or Datura, or it may be Grit."

Eunuch Chen sighed heavily upon hearing this, "It should be the Datura. Your Highness once got a Datura in his early years and later gave it to the Queen. A month ago, we discovered that the Datura was missing some branches and leaves, but we didn't expect... it is..." Eunuch Chen shook his head, closed his eyes, and hesitated to speak.

Gu Song frowned after hearing this, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."

At the same time, Zhao Jinghua came to Zhao Jinfang's side. He raised his hand and transformed it into the Suihua Sword. He took a step forward and protected Zhao Jinfang behind him. Zhao Jinfang was very shocked when he saw him, "Is your father okay?" Hearing that Zhao Jinfang was fine, Zhao Jinghua did not ask any more questions. He swung his sword and continued to kill the enemy. At this time, an enemy behind Zhao Jinfang came straight towards Zhao Jinfang. When he was only one step away, Zhao Jinghua killed the man without any danger.

0533 applauded excitedly, "As expected of a general, he reacted so quickly even though he was poisoned!"

At the same time, Wu Yiwan received the news and rushed to the East Palace. When she arrived at Zhao Jinghua's bedroom, she saw Feng Ming sitting beside the couch and guarding Zhao Jinghua. "Are you here to see when our boss will die? I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Wu Yiwan sighed with a sad tone, and tears fell before she could say anything. "It was my fault for not guarding the child properly, which gave those with bad intentions an opportunity to take advantage of it... I have had the Mandragora burned. I am sorry for Jinghua." After she finished speaking, Wu Yiwan's tears kept falling, and she looked extremely pitiful. Feng Ming felt sad when he saw this. Hearing this, he felt a little shaken. After all, what mother would hurt her own child?

Feng Ming sighed and slowly stood up. "I will be guarding outside the door. If our master wakes up, you can call me." Then he stood up and left.

At this time in southern Xinjiang, Zhao Jinghua frowned as he looked at the huge enemy army. After a moment, tens of thousands of Suihua swords floated beside him. Then he slightly turned his wrist holding the Suihua sword, and tens of thousands of Suihua swords were aimed at the enemy army. Soon, all the enemy army turned into ashes.

Zhao Jinfang looked at the scene in front of him in shock. After a moment, the long sword in his hand began to break. Zhao Jinfang looked at the broken marks on the long sword and was a little overwhelmed. He looked at Zhao Jinghua in panic, fearing that it would affect Zhao Jinghua.

Zhao Jinghua looked at the long sword that was about to break and sighed, "It's broken, so don't worry, father." After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua almost lost his balance. He quickly inserted the Suihua sword into the sand and used the sword as a fulcrum to barely maintain his body shape.

Zhao Jinfang quickly supported him and said, "Jinghua, what's wrong with you? Military doctor!"

Zhao Jinghua kept panting and tightly grasped Zhao Jinfang's arm. "Father, it's useless. This is just a clone made of spiritual power. If I can't leave after an hour, you can send my soul to the Suihua Sword. I may..." Zhao Jinghua didn't say the rest, but Zhao Jinfang guessed it. "Who did it? How dare you murder the crown prince!"

Zhao Jinghua smiled bitterly with disappointment in his eyes, "I don't know, but today I only drank the medicine sent by my mother." At this time, Wan Yanzhong also came over, looking at Zhao Jinghua's purple lips and frowning, "Your Highness is poisoned!"

After these words came out, I don’t know if it was Zhao Jinghua’s illusion, he actually saw Zhao Jinfang heaved a sigh of relief, and after a moment, he clenched his fists with anger in his eyes, “Reorganize and return to the palace!”

Zhao Jinghua quickly held Zhao Jinfang's hand and said, "Father, the war is not over yet... If you go back now, what will happen to the people... The enemy will definitely send assassins to kill you."

Zhao Jinfang frowned and suppressed his anger, "Then you want me to wait until I hear the news of your death before going back?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed and his eyes fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes, Wu Yiwan was sitting beside him with her back to him. Zhao Jinghua frowned and looked at Wu Yiwan coldly. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "Mother."

Wu Yiwan was startled and turned back quickly, "Jinghua, are you awake?"

Zhao Jinghua stared at Wu Yiwan with cold eyes. "You hope that your son will not wake up, right?" Zhao Jinghua's voice was low, as if he was trying his best to control his anger and murderous intent.

Wu Yiwan was frightened by Zhao Jinghua's eyes and quickly stepped back. "How could that be? You are the son of the Queen Mother. How could the Queen Mother harm you?"

Zhao Jinghua sneered, his eyes regained their usual gentleness, but the smile was not in his eyes, and even a little frightening. "Is it Bi'an San or Gutiancao? It can't be Datura, right? And is it the one that your son gave you?"

Wu Yiwan shook her head repeatedly and stepped forward to hold Zhao Jinghua's hand. "That's just the medicine to suppress the Linglong Gu. Jinghua, you must believe in your mother."

Zhao Jinghua pulled his hand out of Wu Yiwan's. He slowly sat up, his tone much softer than before but with a hint of temptation, "If you really want to kill me, you should have killed me with one knife. This little bit of poison won't kill me."

After hearing this, Wu Yiwan's pupils shrank and she kept backing away. Zhao Jinghua looked at her frightened expression and chuckled, "Did your son displease you in some way? Do you have to kill me?"