My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 311 I am Zhang Futian

At the same time, in the Taichu Palace

Eunuch Wang held the imperial edict in his hand and read aloud, "I have been ill for a long time and feel that I am unable to do anything. I wanted to abdicate and let the crown prince take over. But then I remembered that the crown prince has mentioned to me many times that he has no interest in the throne and only wants to be an idle person. After thinking about it, I accidentally found that my second son Jingchen is a suitable candidate."

At this point, Zhao Jingchen, who was standing in the hall, suddenly shrank his pupils, and suddenly recalled what Zhao Jinghua had said.

Eunuch Wang spoke again at this time to bring his thoughts back, "I originally wanted the Regent to assist the Crown Prince, but firstly, I owe Jinghua too much, and secondly, I know very well that his wish is to stay away from the struggle for imperial power. Therefore, I hope that you, my dear ministers, will do your best to assist the Crown Prince on the eve of his enthronement. Today, I will confer the title of Prince Chengyan on the fifth prince Zhao Jingcheng and grant him 100 taels of gold. The seventh prince Zhao Jingyu will be named Prince Anyuan and granted the fief of Anyuancheng. He can stay in the capital or go to the fief. Those in the harem who have no children can leave the palace and remarry, or they can stay in the palace to live out their years. I decree this."

After hearing this, everyone in the hall knelt down and said, "Your Highness, I accept your order. Thank you, Father. We will obey your order!"

Eunuch Wang walked down the steps with his back bent and handed the imperial edict to Zhao Jingchen. "Your Highness, are you not going to take the Crown Princess and Concubine Qi back to the palace?"

Zhao Jingchen held the imperial edict tightly in his hand, stood up and nodded, "I'll go right away."

Seeing this, Eunuch Wang chuckled and said respectfully, "Your Highness should call yourself Gu from now on."

Zhao Jingchen scratched his head after hearing this and said, "I... I'm a little uncomfortable for a while."

Eunuch Yin, who was standing next to the dragon throne, cleared his throat and said, "If you have something to say, please make your report. If you don't, please leave the court!"

At the same time, Wan Sutong and Zhao Jinghua came to the Qinggu Sect of Beisheng City

Looking at the newly repaired outer wall of the sect, Wan Sutong sighed heavily, "What a pity! I wonder how long it will take for such a large sect to recover..." Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, Ouyang Qingshu's extremely excited voice came from a distance, "Manager Wan! When did you come?"

Wan Sutong looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ouyang Qingshu running up the mountain with joy, followed by the leader of Qinggu Sect and a man wearing a bamboo hat. "Elder Ouyang, long time no see." At this point, he bowed to the leader of Qinggu Sect and said, "Master Ouyang."

The leader of Qinggu Sect recognized Zhao Jinghua at a glance and wanted to kneel down to salute him, but was stopped by Zhao Jinghua before he bent his knees. "No need to be polite. Things are different now. I am no longer the same as before. Now..." At this point, he turned his head to look at Wan Sutong, and his tone was rarely teasing, "Just the husband of Shopkeeper Wan."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong raised her hand and patted Zhao Jinghua's arm in embarrassment. "It's a courtesy for people to call me Wan the shopkeeper. Why do you follow suit and call me Wan the shopkeeper?" After saying this, she fixed her eyes on the man wearing a bamboo hat. "Who are you?"

The man noticed Wan Sutong's gaze and turned his head to the side and coughed, "I am Zhang Futian."

After hearing this, Wan Sutong immediately recalled the tragic scene of him being burned by fire. "Ah... It's Elder Zhang. Long time no see. How about your... hair?"

Zhang Futian turned his back to her and left her with a back view. "Ahem, cut it."

0533 Hearing this, he burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, oh my god, this is so funny to me. His hair was not completely cut off, and now he has an afro on his head, hahahaha." After saying that, he displayed the picture of Zhang Futian

Zhang Futian's hairstyle at this time is actually more like a chicken coop than an afro.

Wan Sutong's eyes widened after seeing this. She forced a smile and pulled Ouyang Qingshu's sleeve. Then she whispered in her ear, "Elder Ouyang, why didn't you cut off your brother's hair? Wouldn't it make him uglier if he kept it?"

Ouyang Qingshu chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand and whispered in Wan Sutong's ear, "My senior brother refused. He said that it was no different from becoming a monk. Hahaha." After she finished speaking, she took Wan Sutong's arm and said, "Why is Manager Wan here?"

At the same time, in the Jingwang Mansion of Zhaoguo, Concubine Duan was holding a bowl of medicine.

She blew it cool and fed it to Zhao Jingjia one spoonful at a time.

Zhao Jingjia was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and coughed. Concubine Duan saw him and patted his back. "Why is your illness so serious? Have you consulted the imperial physician? What did the imperial physician say?"

Zhao Jingjia waved his hand to stop coughing and then took a deep breath, "It's okay, nothing happened. The doctor said it was a cold, mother, don't worry."

Concubine Duan looked at Zhao Jingjia, whose face was as pale as paper, with a complicated look in her eyes. "Son, tell your mother, is Jing He's death related to you?" Her eyes were sharp as if she wanted to see through Zhao Jingjia, and her tone was threatening. "Tell the truth."

Zhao Jingjia's pupils shrank slightly and he smiled stiffly, then pretended to be relaxed and said, "What gossip have you heard in the palace? You know that I don't have a deep relationship with these brothers, but you still ask me like this."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Duan narrowed her eyes slightly, hiding anger in her eyes. "Jingjia, mother knows that you have grown up and don't like to hear more from mother, but mother still wants to talk to you about reason."

Zhao Jingjia didn't dare to look directly into Concubine Duan's eyes, so he turned his head and nodded calmly, "Mother, please say..."

Concubine Duan sneered and then slowly said, "Even if you don't like to hear it today, I have to say it."

Zhao Jingjia shook his head repeatedly and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Concubine Duan. "In the middle of the 19th year of Yongping, Prince Lin Zhaohonglin suddenly caught a cold. In just three months, he was often bedridden. Emperor Hongyu often went to visit him."

Zhao Jingjia looked at Concubine Duan in confusion and wanted to ask, but Concubine Duan raised her hand again to stop him.

"At the beginning of the 15th year of Yongping, Prince Lin Zhaohong had been ill for a long time and had a new illness." At this point, Concubine Duan suddenly raised her voice. "In the middle of the 15th year of Yongping! Prince Lin Zhaohong vomited blood at night! When Emperor Hongyu learned about it, he rode his horse straight to Prince Lin's mansion! But it was too late! So a grand funeral was held!"

After she finished speaking, Concubine Duan's eyes suddenly became sharp, scrutinizing even the slightest expression of Zhao Jingjia. "My son, how similar is this to you now?"

Zhao Jingjia swallowed his saliva. His expression was extremely unnatural and a little decadent at the moment, but he continued to evade the question by saying, "Don't guess blindly."

Concubine Duan sneered and then raised her hand to touch Zhao Jingjia's forehead. "My son, do you know that what the powerful people like to see most is the prey step by step into its own trap, and they can see through its disguise at a glance."

Zhao Jingjia frowned and looked at Concubine Duan in confusion, "Mother, what do you mean by this?"

Concubine Duan did not answer but said to herself, "By the way, my son, you may not know that the protagonist in the palace has stepped down, and this drama is about to end."

Zhao Jingjia's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard this, and he grabbed Concubine Duan's hand. He thought he had heard it wrong, and immediately asked anxiously, "What! How could my father lose!"

Concubine Duan smiled and patted Zhao Jingjia's arm, "My son, why don't you guess who the new protagonist is?" When she looked up at Zhao Jingjia, there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.