My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Arriving at the prince's bedroom, they saw Zhao Jinghua lying on the couch, breathing out more than breathing in. Wan Sutong stepped forward quickly, and fell to the ground when he was just one step away. "Jinghua!" Zhao Jinghua's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice, and frowned when he saw Wan Sutong. His voice was extremely hoarse when he spoke, "...get up quickly...the ground is cold."

Wan Sutong staggered to Zhao Jinghua's side and said in a panic, "Jinghua..." Then she froze in place while holding his hand, her voice trembling, "Jinghua, you have a fever!"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head slightly with a look of helplessness in his eyes, "You shouldn't have come... I can't even protect myself now."

Wan Sutong sat on the edge of the couch and placed his left hand on her cheek. Wan Sutong's tears kept falling, and her tears slid onto Zhao Jinghua's fingertips. "But I'm worried about you."

Zhao Jinghua wiped away Wan Sutong's tears and smiled weakly, "Have you seen what I gave you?"

Wan Sutong shook her head and pressed her face tightly against Zhao Jinghua's hot palm. "No, I... don't dare. I don't have the courage to open it."

Zhao Jinghua coughed and turned his head to the side. "What other ferocious beasts can I put in there? Why should I be afraid?"

Wan Sutong cried even harder after hearing this, "Don't tease me! I'm scared... Don't leave me."

Zhao Jinghua stroked Wan Sutong's cheek with his thumb, and said in a weak voice with a hint of doting, "Sutong, be obedient and go back to have a look. Find the deed of Fengming Tower... and then stay in Fengming Tower..."

Wan Sutong's pupils shrank after hearing this. "Give me the deed to Fengming Tower!"

Zhao Jinghua nodded with great effort. "After I die... my father will definitely search Fengming Tower... as long as the owner is not you and me, nothing will happen to us."

Wan Sutong frowned and asked in confusion, "It's not me?" Zhao Jinghua smiled and gasped, "My Sutong is the smartest... ahem... I guess... I don't need to say more."

Wan Sutong thought for a moment and lowered her eyes. "I know."

Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes for a moment, then he seemed to have tried his best to open them. "Su Tong..."

Wan Sutong held Zhao Jinghua's left hand tightly, and seemed to have made up her mind, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep, I will watch over you." Zhao Jinghua smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Wan Sutong raised her left hand tremblingly and placed her index finger on his nose. Feeling Zhao Jinghua's slight panting, she breathed a sigh of relief, sniffed her nose and looked at the silent 0533, "System, do you have any antipyretic medicine? He must be suffering from a constant fever..."

0533 A sigh "He has never taken Western medicine, you will poison him"

Wan Sutong nodded, held Zhao Jinghua's hand tightly, and said nothing more.

At this time, in Taiming Palace

Wan Yanzhong sighed, "Your Majesty, are you really not going to see the Crown Prince for the last time?"

Zhao Jinfang smiled bitterly and tears welled up in her eyes. "I... dare not face Jinghua... he knows what I am thinking, I am afraid that he will hate me if I remember something."

Wan Yanzhong shook his head and said helplessly, "Forgive me for being frank, but if you don't see His Highness, won't His Highness hate you?"

Zhao Jinfang suddenly realized what was going on when he heard this, but he lowered his head again after a moment. "But I just found out that he saved me with his own blood, but I said he was bloodthirsty... He is unworthy of being my father's son."

At this time, Zhao Jinghua in the East Palace opened his eyes in such a short time. Seeing this, Wan Sutong hurriedly said, "Jinghua, you are awake."

Zhao Jinghua's eyes were empty and he spoke without a beginning or an end, "I regret it. I shouldn't have saved him. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have lived for him."

Wan Sutong tightly held Zhao Jinghua's hand and was about to ask when she saw a glimmer of light in Zhao Jinghua's eyes again. "Sutong... remember my teachings... don't live for others." 0533 sighed. "He should regret helping Zhao Jinfang ascend the throne. You should talk to him more and ask him about his deepest obsessions. Maybe it will help him hold on for a while longer."

When Wan Sutong heard this, she suddenly remembered Zhao Yun and Zhao Mu "Jinghua". Zhao Jinghua hummed in confusion, and his expression gradually became dull. Wan Sutong quickly asked, "Why did you test the two princesses in the first place?"

Zhao Jinghua frowned and gradually fell into deep thought. After a moment, he sighed, "When the two of them got off the bridal sedan... ahem... I could tell... Zhao Mu was destined to be the queen." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua's eyes gradually regained clarity.

Seeing the effect, Wan Sutong quickly asked, "So what?"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said in a very tired voice, "She married Yuwen Huajin... and Yuwen Guo has... surrendered. There is only one possibility..." Before he could finish his words, Wan Sutong suddenly realized and said, "Rebellion!"

Zhao Jinghua nodded with great effort, his breathing became heavier, and from time to time he would let out a muffled groan. "I am testing the two of them... I also want to know... if this day really comes, which of my two sisters... will stand on the side of their own country?" Zhao Jinghua smiled as he waited for Wan Sutong to ask questions.

Wan Sutong held his left hand tightly and felt that Zhao Jinghua's palm was not so hot. Wan Sutong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So it's the eldest princess?"

Zhao Jinghua shook her head slightly. "It's Zhao Yun... Zhao Mu's personality won't allow her to be the eldest princess... If she wants to be the mother of the country, she will definitely help Yu Wen Huajin rebel."

Wan Sutong frowned after hearing this. "Then the five-year period is up. Don't you plan to bring the princess back?"

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Jinghua's mouth. Wan Sutong panicked and tried to wipe the blood off Zhao Jinghua with her sleeve, but Zhao Jinghua grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't touch it... it's dirty."

Wan Sutong shook her head repeatedly when she heard this, her face full of grievance, "It's not dirty, this is my new clothes, I don't mind you being dirty,"

Zhao Jinghua burst out laughing after hearing this. "I don't have a fever as you said... I have tuberculosis... If you have a wound on your hand, it will be contagious."

Wan Sutong's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and 0533 immediately blurted out a flustered curse, "Fuck! Host! He should have tuberculosis! He has a fever and coughs up blood! The only disease that is contagious is tuberculosis!"

Zhao Jinghua turned his head and coughed, "You should leave quickly."

Wan Sutong shook her head firmly and said, "I won't leave. It's not easily contagious. I'll just touch your blood." Zhao Jinghua nodded, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

At this time, Wan Sutong felt that Zhao Jinghua's body temperature was gradually decreasing. This was not a fever, but a sign of death. She held her tears and dripped onto the back of Zhao Jinghua's hand. She tried to find a topic again, "Aren't you going to tell His Majesty?"

Zhao Jinghua shook his head. "Although the misunderstanding between my father and I has been resolved... there is also a gap between him and me... Now I am dying, and he has not even looked at me. Do you think he will believe it?" After saying this, Zhao Jinghua quickly turned his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wan Sutong leaned over and buried her head in Zhao Jinghua's chest, her tears gradually soaking Zhao Jinghua's clothes. "Don't go... okay, Jinghua." Zhao Jinghua raised his hand with great effort and gently stroked Wan Sutong's back. "Sutong... I don't want to leave you either... but... cough... cough... cough cough..." At this time, blood was flowing from the corners of Zhao Jinghua's mouth. Zhao Jinghua frowned and raised his head slightly. The veins on his neck bulged, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was in great pain. Wan Sutong quickly spoke to Zhao Jinghua to catch his breath, "Jinghua... what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jinghua tightly grasped the quilt and gasped heavily, "Su Tong... It's a dark and windy night... Don't... stop." After he finished speaking, Zhao Jinghua gradually became weak and his pupils lost focus. Soon he closed his eyes, "Jinghua! Don't go!" At this moment, Wan Su Tong realized what true death was. "Jinghua..." Her voice was shrill and tears dripped onto the back of Zhao Jinghua's hand.

She buried her head in Zhao Jinghua's chest and burst into tears, "Jinghua! You promised to take me on a journey! You liar! You broke your promise!"

The palace servants outside the door knelt down and kowtowed, each of them crying, "Your Highness!"

After about an incense stick of time, Wan Sutong's crying gradually subsided. The prince choked up and told everyone, "Stop crying, go in and dress His Highness!" Then he walked to the side of Wan Sutong, who had cried numbly, and said, "Miss Prime Minister, please accept my condolences. You have to leave."

Wan Sutong raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and took a last look at Zhao Jinghua, who was lifeless on the bed.

Wan Sutong slowly stood up and walked to the bedside, kowtowed three times deeply in front of Zhao Jinghua's body, as if saying goodbye to Zhao Jinghua, and also as if saying goodbye to her former self.