My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

At the same time, Zhao Jinghua returned to Taichu Palace again. Zhao Jinghua glanced at the princes kneeling on the ground and said, "Take your mother back to the palace to rest." Then he looked at Zhao Jinghong and said in a cold tone, "Come here!"

Zhao Jinghong came to Zhao Jinghua and asked timidly, "Brother, are you well?" Zhao Jinghua looked down at him expressionlessly.

At this time, Concubine Xian came out first. The sadness on her face disappeared instantly, but when she turned around, she saw Zhao Jinghua

Concubine Xian smiled awkwardly and said, "Prince...you know that I am with your father...after all..." Concubine Xian hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled helplessly after hearing this. "Well, I understand. You can go back and rest. Feng Ming is already waiting for you in your palace."

After hearing this, Concubine Xian nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Your Highness," and left quickly.

After a long while, they managed to coax their mothers out. Then, they saw the three concubines without children also came out. Zhao Jinghua walked straight into the Taiming Palace and heard no footsteps behind him.

Zhao Jinghua stopped and said in a low voice, "Zhao Jinghong!" Zhao Jinghong was frightened by his sudden name and felt cold all over. Then he quickly followed and hid behind Wu Yiwan when he passed by her.

Wu Yiwan thought that Zhao Jinghua was in a bad mood and frightened Zhao Jinghong, so she held Zhao Jinghong in her arms and kept comforting him, "Don't be afraid, my son."

Zhao Jinghua ignored the two and came to Zhao Jinfang's bedside, raised his hand to feel Zhao Jinfang's breath, then turned back to look at Zhao Jinghong hiding in Wu Yiwan's arms, and spoke in an extremely cold tone, "How can you be afraid of me when you are so cunning? Why weren't you afraid when you discussed with them? Why do you have to shrink in your mother's arms like a coward?"

Wu Yiwan realized something was wrong after hearing this and quickly looked at Zhao Jinghong in her arms, "What did you do?" Zhao Jinghong lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, saying nothing.

Zhao Jinghua slowly came in front of Zhao Jinghong, and then he transformed into a long sword. Wu Yiwan saw this and protected Zhao Jinghong even tighter, then took a step back. "Jinghua, he is your brother from the same mother."

Zhao Jinghua put the sword behind his back and said in a very cold tone, "Zhao Jinghong, if you have the courage, come out of your mother's arms." Zhao Jinghong turned his head and stopped looking at Zhao Jinghua after hearing this. There was a sinister look in his eyes and a calmness that did not belong to this age.

Zhao Jinghua sneered at this and his tone gradually turned murderous. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that the King of Wujin has been killed by me. Today is a matter between me and Zhao Jinghong. Don't get involved. Otherwise, I won't care about the family relationship!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yiwan collapsed to the ground with a look of horror in her eyes. "Jinghua... I... was wrong... Mother knows I was wrong, please forgive me."

Zhao Jinghua chuckled coldly, "In that case, I have something to say to Zhao Jinghong. You should go back and rest first."

Wu Yiwan nodded repeatedly after hearing this, her tone filled with tears and fear. "Okay, okay," she said, staggering to her feet and quickly left Taiming Palace.

After Wu Yiwan left, Zhao Jinghua pointed the sword downward and handed the hilt to Zhao Jinghong. "Zhao Jinghong, don't you want to kill me? If you have the courage, take this sword and kill me." After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghong seemed to have made up his mind and took the sword from Zhao Jinghua's hand. However, when he met Zhao Jinghua's gaze, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and raised his left hand to point at his heart, "Stab here. If you kill me, my father won't wake up, and your good brothers will be able to take on the responsibility and help the country!" Zhao Jinghong's hands trembled even more. Seeing this, Zhao Jinghua grabbed Zhao Jinghong's wrist, put the sword on his neck, and whispered in his ear, "I killed your teacher in this way. Kill me and avenge him." Zhao Jinghua's tone was as gloomy and bewitching as a demon.

Zhao Jinghong frowned and took a step back. The blade moved slightly, leaving a bloody mark on Zhao Jinghua's neck. Zhao Jinghong sneered and roared, "Do you think I dare not?" Zhao Jinghua did not speak this time but closed his eyes. At the same time, he let go of Zhao Jinghong's hand and spoke in a calm tone with a hint of relief, "Kill me, give me a quick death."

Zhao Jinghong's hands couldn't stop shaking. He wanted to kill Zhao Jinghua, but he couldn't bring himself to do it when he thought of their years of family affection. He retracted his hand and threw the sword to the ground. The sword hit the ground with a loud noise. Zhao Jinghua slowly opened his eyes and spoke with a suppressed smile, "Do you know why I killed your teacher?" Zhao Jinghong looked up at him with fear and anger in his eyes.

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and closed his eyes. The moment the long sword disappeared, Zhao Jinghua looked down at Zhao Jinghong coldly. "He deceived the emperor and intended to rebel!" This made Zhao Jinghong feel as if he was shrouded in darkness. He shivered all over and broke out in cold sweat, making him shiver constantly in the midsummer cold. It seemed like a long time had passed in just a short moment.

When he looked up again, Zhao Jinghua was already kneeling beside Zhao Jinfang's bed. Seeing him come back to his senses, Zhao Jinghua sighed, "Zhao Jinghong, you naturally understand the meaning of these two sentences. You should also know that I am merciful by not killing his nine clans." After saying that, Zhao Jinghua sneered, but with a hint of bitterness. This sneer nailed Zhao Jinghong to the spot. He wanted to leave, but it was as if there were sandbags tied to his feet and he could not move an inch.

Zhao Jinghua turned his head and met his eyes. Zhao Jinghong thought that Zhao Jinghua was going to use an illusion on him, but Zhao Jinghua just stared at him. Zhao Jinghong wanted to take a step back, but his feet went weak and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment and annoyance appeared in his eyes. After a moment, he turned his head away from Zhao Jinghong and said, "Get out."

Zhao Jinghong bowed quickly and said, "Yes, I will take my leave."

Zhao Jinghua sighed and then slowly stood up, but he lost his balance and knelt on the ground again. A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth. His voice was hoarse, and blood continued to flow out of his throat. "Father..." As soon as he finished speaking, his head drooped as if it was broken, and there was no sound anymore.

Hearing the word "Father", Zhao Jinfang suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and saw Zhao Jinghua kneeling beside the bed, his face as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes on his chest were already soaked with blood. "Call the imperial physician!" After hearing this, Eunuch Chen outside the door hurriedly replied, "This old servant will go right away."

Zhao Jinfang got off the bed and carried Zhao Jinghua to the couch. Instantly, tears could not stop flowing, because Zhao Jinghua was very light in his arms, even lighter than a woman. One could imagine how much Zhao Jinghua was tormented by the disease.

Zhao Jinfang tightly held Zhao Jinghua's cold hand, his heart beating in his throat.

In a cup of tea time, Eunuch Chen arrived with more than ten imperial doctors. However, when the doctors saw the blood on the ground and the blood flowing from the corners of Zhao Jinghua's mouth, they panicked and knelt down together, saying, "Your Highness, I'm afraid there's no way to save you!"

Zhao Jinfang stood up suddenly after hearing this, and said with great anger, "I didn't even check his pulse! How do you know that he can't be saved!"

The imperial doctors were trembling and kowtowing, "Your Majesty! We are incompetent!"

"Get out!" As soon as the imperial doctors finished speaking, they ran out of Taiming Palace.

Zhao Jinfang sighed heavily as he looked at Zhao Jinghua lying on the couch. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what the man had said in his ear: "Your Highness the Crown Prince was afraid that you would look like this after knowing this, so he asked me to kill you."

Zhao Jinfang frowned, and the words Zhao Mingsheng once said came to his mind: "Nephew, you must remember that you are different from your uncle. When you choose the crown prince, you must not choose someone who is more popular with the people than yourself."

"Don't blame the uncle, he is also thinking about you. This kind of offspring who is far more powerful than you cannot be left alone."

"Zhao Jinghua, don't think I don't know. You have raised a lot of private soldiers in Kyoto. If I hand over the throne to your father after today, he will be the one who dies tomorrow!" Once the seeds of doubt are planted, suspicious points will come like a tide, just like a lit fuse that will be ignited one day.

Zhao Jinfang was having a terrible headache at the moment, fearing that Zhao Jinghua's filial piety was a disguise, doubting that what that person said was true, and fearing that Zhao Jinghua was hiding a hypocritical conspiracy behind the scenes, "Send the prince back to the East Palace, and do not allow him to visit without being summoned!"