My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Your Highness, I heard people outside the palace talking about how the next crown prince is not decided by His Majesty but by you, and they also estimated that you don't have much time left, so I brought the fortune teller into the palace without your consent. I'll make the decision after hearing this."

Wan Sutong's eyes widened in disbelief after hearing this, and at the same time, she said in shock in her heart, "Fuck! They caught him so quickly! This efficiency is too fast!"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Bring him to see me." Eunuch Chen received the order and turned around and shouted, "Push him in!"

Soon two guards brought a man in his 50s to the door of the study.

When the fortune teller saw Zhao Jinghua, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "Your Highness, I was wrong. I shouldn't have predicted when you would die."

"How dare you!" Zhao Jinghua's tone was extremely cold and at the same time carried an invisible pressure. The fortune teller was frightened by Zhao Jinghua's roar and broke out in a cold sweat. After a moment, a fishy smell came. Wan Sutong's beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows were wrinkled together, and then she raised her hand and covered her nose with her index finger.

At this time, the fortune teller was trembling all over and stammering as he admitted his mistake, "I know, I know, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Zhao Jinghua sneered and leaned back in his chair. "Since you have calculated my life span, I will give you one too." Zhao Jinghua raised his right hand and began to calculate. "Your son is destined to be the prime minister. There will be a disaster in his life. If he escapes, he will have many children and grandchildren." After saying this, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the fortune teller outside the door. "Unfortunately, this is his disaster. His entire clan will be killed!"

The fortune teller looked at Zhao Jinghua in shock, because he had indeed predicted his son exactly. He kowtowed and spoke without stuttering, "I know I was wrong. Your Highness, please be magnanimous and forgive me. Let our family go."

Zhao Jinghua looked at the fortune teller with a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes. "If you don't tell anyone, you won't be killed. You are just afraid that Zhao will be in chaos." Before the fortune teller could answer, Zhao Jinghua spoke again, "If other countries knew about you, could you bear the consequences?"

The fortune teller shook his head repeatedly, "I was just confused for a moment, I really didn't know... there would be such a big trouble!"

Zhao Jinghua sat up straight and said in a voice without any emotion, "If you feel wronged, go downstairs and tell the King of Hell and take him away!" After he finished speaking, Eunuch Chen nodded and flicked his whisk. Two guards carried the fortune teller and walked away quickly. "Your Highness! Your Highness! I was wrong, Your Highness! Please spare my family! Your Highness!" The fortune teller's voice trembled and his tone was extremely sad. The last word "Your Highness" was like a pig being slaughtered.

Wan Sutong closed her eyes, feeling somewhat reluctant. Zhao Jinghua gently stroked Wan Sutong's back and asked, "Did it scare you?"

Wan Sutong shook her head and said, "I just feel a little sad. He just said one sentence, but he didn't expect it would lead to his own death."

At the same time, a rare guest arrived at the Second Prince's residence. "Hey, ninth brother, why did you leave the palace?" That's right, this person was Zhao Jinghong.

Zhao Jinghong bowed and said calmly, "I came here to reminisce with you, my second brother."

Zhao Jingchen laughed and asked Zhao Jinghong to sit down quickly. "In that case, how about I, your second brother, give you some advice?"

Zhao Jinghong hummed, and said in a youthful voice with a calmness that did not belong to his age, "Okay, tell me about it." He was only eleven years old, but he said such words, which showed how deep his scheming was.

Zhao Jingchen patted Zhao Jinghong on the shoulder and said, "There is news that the letter was not sent three months ago, but was sent halfway back to the capital. Father has already arrived in Gaoqiu City and will be back in half a month. Zhao Jinghua was already in poor condition yesterday, how come he is well again today?"

Zhao Jinghong smiled and said, "Brother, it's okay. I have another one, but it depends on whether you are ruthless enough."

Zhao Jingchen frowned and thought for a moment. "Just tell me what it is."

Zhao Jinghong raised his hand to stop him from speaking calmly, "Please invite my three brothers to come, and let's discuss it carefully. There is no hurry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. It will be troublesome to get rid of him."

Zhao Jingchen patted Zhao Jinghong on the shoulder and said, "I really admire you, you are so shrewd at such a young age. I am really ashamed of myself." Then he slowly stood up.

Zhao Jinghong sneered with a sinister tone that was totally unbecoming of his age, "It's just what I've seen and heard."

At this time, on a rooftop, there was an extremely large pagoda. The pagoda had seven floors, and the eaves were circular, gradually gathering upwards. The dark green tiles and red walls made it look a bit creepy even in the daytime.

The seventh floor of the pagoda is filled with tablets of emperors of past dynasties, and the sixth floor is a statue of Emperor Minghua made of pure gold. He has a pair of sword-like eyebrows, closed peach blossom eyes, a straight nose bridge, not too prominent nose wings, and full lips. He looks lifelike as if he will open his eyes in the next moment.

The second floor down from the fifth floor is the library, which is filled with long-forbidden techniques. In the middle of the first floor is a large bronze incense burner, which is already filled with incense ash.

At this time, Zhao Jinghua was standing in front of the incense burner. He took the three incense sticks handed to him by Eunuch Chen, bowed three times, inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner, and led the civil and military officials to the sixth floor.

Arriving at the sixth floor, Zhao Jinghua knelt before the statue of Emperor Minghua, followed by all the civil and military officials who knelt one after another. After a moment, Zhao Jinghua slowly spoke, "Grandfather, my father has not returned from the battle yet. I am here to take his place. Please do not blame my father. May you protect Zhaoguo for thousands of years, and may the people live and work in peace and contentment, and may the country be prosperous and the people live in peace." As soon as Zhao Jinghua finished speaking, he bowed his head, and the ministers also kowtowed in haste.

At this time, the statue of Emperor Minghua emitted a golden light. After a moment, Zhao Minghua walked out of it. He bent down and helped Zhao Jinghua up. His tone seemed to be filled with fear. "Hurry up, I can't bear such a gift from you. I'm afraid that my spiritual power will be damaged."

Zhao Jinghua was stunned for a moment and then nodded slightly without saying anything. Zhao Minghua nodded and said in a tearful tone, "Really? Too much like it!" After that, he slowly disappeared from the spot. All the ministers kowtowed again and said, "Emperor Minghua has appeared! Your Highness the Crown Prince is truly the Emperor's will!" Eunuch Chen was also pondering Zhao Minghua's words at this moment. After a moment, he chuckled and raised his hand to signal Zhao Jinghua to go up to the seventh floor.

When Zhao Jinghua reached the seventh floor, he was about to lead all the officials to kneel down, but he saw the tablet of Emperor Zhaowen suddenly fall down. Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they all looked at Zhao Jinghua. Eunuch Chen coughed dryly and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Maybe it's because the wind is strong today and Emperor Zhaowen is at a high place." Then he stepped forward and lifted up the tablet of Emperor Zhaowen.

But the next second, Emperor Zhaowen's tablet hit Emperor Hongyu's tablet directly, knocking the tablet to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinghua bent down and picked up Zhao Hongyu's tablet, but for some reason he suddenly had a splitting headache. He frowned and put the tablet back to its original place, and the headache disappeared instantly. Seeing this, Eunuch Chen took a look at Emperor Zhaowen's ranking, and sure enough, this time the ranking did not fall down "Your Highness"

Zhao Jinghua nodded slightly and then led all the civil and military officials to kneel down. "Today I am here on behalf of my father. I hope that all the ancestors will not blame me." After Zhao Jinghua and everyone kowtowed three times, all the civil and military officials slowly stood up and walked down the stairs in an orderly manner.

As soon as the civil and military officials came out of the pagoda, they began to discuss. "I heard that the last time this scene appeared was when Emperor Hongyu came to offer sacrifices. I didn't expect that Emperor Hongyu had passed away, but Emperor Zhaowen was still brooding over it. Not only did he embarrass the prince who looked like Emperor Hongyu, he also pushed Emperor Hongyu's tablet down."

"Who says it's not true? I guess if Emperor Minghua hadn't said that, Emperor Zhaowen wouldn't have made things difficult for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"I don't think so. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is most likely the reincarnation of Emperor Hongyu. Think about it, he is the descendant of Prince Lin, how could he have the same appearance as Emperor Hongyu!" At this point, Eunuch Chen's voice came from behind the crowd, "You are a little noisy. If you make His Royal Highness the Crown Prince angry, we can't stop him!"