My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

The second day

Zhao Jinfang sighed as he sat on the horse, then looked at Wan Yanzhong beside him and said, "My dear, why hasn't the soldier who delivered the letter come back yet? Could it be that he took a different route from us and returned to southern Xinjiang?"

Wan Yanzhong chuckled after hearing this and said, "Your Majesty, there is only one road to the southern border. In my opinion, the letter may have just been delivered to Kyoto. After all, it has been four months. If it turned back, it would have already reunited."

Zhao Jinfang nodded and then raised the whip to speed up the journey. "Could it be that something happened to my son?"

Wan Yanzhong frowned slightly, "Don't think too much, it must be that we were delayed on the road." Zhao Jinfang frowned and was in a state of confusion at the moment.

Chenshi

Wan Sutong hurriedly took a carriage to the palace

Arriving at Zhao Jinghua's study, he was sitting behind a desk processing memorials. Hearing footsteps, Zhao Jinghua looked up. He wore a crown on his head, and the pearl curtain swayed slightly as he looked up. "You're here. Why are you here so early today?"

Wan Sutong hummed, "Didn't you go to the morning court today?" Then he walked to Zhao Jinghua's side and sat on the chair next to Zhao Jinghua.

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly. "I just got off court. I slept a little too deeply last night, so I left a little late. I still have to offer sacrifices at noon today, so I left in a hurry."

Wan Sutong nodded, and finally couldn't help her curiosity. She raised her hand like a kitten and moved the bead curtain above Zhao Jinghua's head. "I saw a carriage leaving the palace. Is my cousin leaving?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and lowered his head slightly, allowing her naughty movements. "I haven't gone to Fengyi Palace to see my mother yet. It was Zhao Yun who left. The fox demon is the king of all kings. Xier has the fox demon's Yuandan blessing, and will no longer attract evil spirits."

Wan Sutong said "oh" and retracted her hand that was moving the bead curtain. "How do you feel?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said tenderly, "It's OK."

At this time, Eunuch Wang came in and said, "Your Highness, the Queen wants you to go to Fengyi Palace."

Zhao Jinghua's face darkened instantly when he heard this. "But did you say I don't have time?"

Eunuch Wang sighed and said, "Your Highness, I have told you that the queen said she is not feeling well and asked you to go and see her."

Wan Sutong raised her eyebrows when she heard this. "I'm familiar with this excuse! Isn't it the same excuse that is used with the Emperor?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and patted the back of Wan Sutong's hand. "My mother and I have completely broken off now. She also knows that I will never go there unless I say so." Then he slowly stood up and said, "Just watch here. Don't worry, I won't embarrass your cousin."

Wan Sutong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Zhao Jinghua sighed and said, "Eunuch Wang, don't let anyone enter the study." Eunuch Wang bowed and said, "Don't worry." Then he followed Zhao Jinghua out and closed the door when he turned around and left.

0533 sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk, it really proves the saying, showing affection will lead to death sooner" Wan Sutong felt embarrassed and angry after hearing this, "0533!"

Wan Sutong suddenly realized that there was one person missing from Zhao Jinghua's side. "Where's Zhou Lang?"

0533 opened a picture for Wan Sutong. In the picture, Zhao Jinghua had just come out of the morning court. He fell backwards as he stepped over the threshold of the study. Fortunately, Zhou Lang quickly supported him. "Master!" He helped him sit behind the desk.

Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly and took a deep breath. "I'm afraid my time is running out. You should go home as soon as possible."

Zhou Lang hurriedly shook his head and said with a worried tone, "How can I leave when you are critically ill?"

Zhao Jinghua tilted his head and coughed continuously. After a long while, Zhao Jinghua spoke in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Lang... cough... you still have family to take care of. I can't drag you down." Zhou Lang sighed and said nothing.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and leaned back in his chair, looking at Zhou Lang. "But the two elders at home are sick? Don't you have enough money?"

Zhou Lang shook his head and frowned. "I have at least three hundred taels of silver in my hand, but I can't leave. You have been so kind to me. You taught me the skills and guided me in my cultivation. I can't just leave you alone."

Zhao Jinghua sighed and shook his head, and spoke in a calm tone, "Zhou Lang, you have to understand that when disaster strikes, everyone flees. This is common sense. Which guard would not look for the next master when he sees his master lose his strength?"

Zhou Lang sighed and quickly retorted, "But I'm different from them!"

Zhao Jinghua sneered and said in a low voice, "Zhou Lang, do you know that if I die, according to the law of the Kingdom of Zhao, my personal guards and those in the harem who have no children will be buried with me!"

Zhou Lang frowned and hesitated for a moment before kneeling down. "Thank you very much, Your Highness. Please take care of yourself." He knelt down and kowtowed three times before resolutely getting up and leaving the East Palace.

At this point in the painting, Wan Sutong sighed, "The ones with no children in the backyard are referring to the prince's wives and concubines?"

0533 nodded and said, "Yes, host." Then the screen switched again.

When Wu Yiwan saw Zhao Jinghua again, she was slightly stunned. "Jinghua... you are here." Zhao Jinghong said timidly, "Big Brother."

However, Zhao Jinghuai went straight forward and hugged Zhao Jinghua's legs. "Brother, I miss you." The three of them could be said to have fully demonstrated their guilt and lack of guilt.

Zhao Jinghua's tone was extremely respectful but also distant. He knelt on one knee, bowed and saluted, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you, Mother."

Wu Yiwan stood up and wanted to go forward to help, but seeing Zhao Jinghua's eyes, she sat back down with some fear. "You're not going to Fengyi Palace for a year."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and picked up Zhao Jinghuai, then slowly stood up. "The court is busy, and I have no time to spare. I heard that you are not feeling well, so please ask the imperial physician to come and see you."

Wu Yiwan nodded, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes, "I checked it out, and it's nothing serious. Are you not busy today?"

Zhao Jinghua nodded, "Not bad." At this time, a guard came to report, "The Princess of Wujin Country has arrived." Zhao Jinghua heard this and slowly put Zhao Jinghuai on the ground.

Wu Yiwan hurried out to greet them when she heard this. She saw a graceful and elegant woman coming over from a distance. She had willow-shaped eyebrows, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and looked very wealthy. Following behind her was Wu Yisa. The two of them came to Wu Yiwan and bowed slowly, "Greetings, Queen."

Wu Yiwan helped the two of them up with tears in her eyes. At this time, the princess chuckled and stroked Zhao Jinghong's head, "You are Jinghong, right?" Zhao Jinghong nodded without saying anything.

Wu Yiwan chuckled and looked at Zhao Jinghuai, "These two are my grandmother and uncle."

Zhao Jinghuai smiled sweetly, "Grandma, Uncle." This made Wu Yisa very happy. It reminded him of Wan Sutong's childhood. He was only twelve years old at that time. The four-year-old Wan Sutong also spoke so sweetly and would follow him and call him brother.

At this time, Zhao Jinghua walked out of the hall. He was wearing a bright yellow cloak, a crown on his head, and his silver hair was half draped behind him. The princess was stunned when she saw him. "Is this your majesty?" Upon hearing this, Wu Yiwan hurriedly explained, "This is my son Jinghua. There is a sacrificial ceremony today, and I need to go on behalf of your majesty, so I am dressed like this."

Zhao Jinghua lowered his head slightly, and the bead curtain made a crisp sound as he moved. "Grandmother, uncle..."

Wu Yisa pretended to be shocked and knelt down to salute. "Foreign minister, Wu Yisa greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. His Royal Highness has changed a lot, and I was unable to recognize him for a moment. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Seeing this, the princess also bowed slowly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. "No need to be polite. I wonder what has come to you, my grandmother, to come to Zhao in person?" After hearing this, the eldest princess felt inexplicably frightened.

The princess gave a forced smile. She had thought Zhao Jinghua was a soft persimmon, but now it seemed that he was also a smiling tiger. "Nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I want to see how your highness and the queen are doing now."

Zhao Jinghua nodded with a smile in the corner of his eyes, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Thanks to you, everything is fine."

The princess nodded and quickly threw the topic to Uyisa who was still watching the fun. "Yesterday your uncle said along the way that he had something to tell you, you two should have a good chat today." After saying that, the princess looked at Uyisa, whose face was full of shock and helplessness.

Wu Yisa frowned slightly, and the only words in his mind were "help". "Foreign minister...foreign minister" Zhao Jinghua chuckled, having already seen through his thoughts. "I think your uncle has a lot more to say to my mother than to me. She also misses you all the time. If you are not in a hurry, you can talk to her first."

Wu Yisa nodded quickly, "Yes, thank you for your consideration, Prince." The princess frowned slightly and rolled her eyes at her son, muttering in a low voice, "You useless guy, you're actually afraid of a junior."

Wu Yisa smiled and whispered in the princess' ear, "Mother, aren't you the same?"