My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

Chapter 73 It’s bad! His Highness 3 committed suicide!

At this time, the front of Fengming Tower was surrounded by soldiers. "In compliance with the order of His Majesty, all shops of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be confiscated."

Seeing this, Wan Sutong led a group of girls down from the second floor. She was holding a silver snake whip in her hand, followed by Uncle Sun holding a kitchen knife. "I am the owner of Fengming Tower, not the prince. If you dare to touch my Fengming Tower, I will show no mercy!"

The officers and soldiers took a few steps back unconsciously when they saw Wan Sutong's posture. However, a fearless yamen runner burst into laughter, "Hahaha, what a joke! How can you say Fengming Tower is yours? I said it was mine!"

Wan Sutong chuckled and turned a piece of paper with his left hand. "Look carefully! This is the private seal of the current prince, and it is also written by him personally. All his house deeds are given to me!"

The bailiff retreated hastily upon seeing this, but a moment later he said smugly again, "You must have asked someone to make a copy. How could the prince give you a land deed when you are just a woman?"

Wan Sutong chuckled after hearing this, then turned his wrist and looked at the long whip in his hand, with a playful tone, "Really? It seems that you don't know who I am. My father is the Prime Minister of the First Rank! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is my master!" After that, the long whip swung and the sound that cut through the sky scared all the officers and soldiers to retreat and then fled in all directions. The yamen runner also disappeared in a flash.

Wan Sutong took back the silver snake whip with a disappointed tone, "I thought there would be a big battle." Feng Ming took the lead in applauding, "The boss is really powerful. He scared away all the officers and soldiers with just a flick of the whip."

Su Er chuckled and said, "It's obvious that our boss is more powerful than Feng Ming's mother."

Feng Ming was very dissatisfied when he heard this, "I am a golden elixir master!"

Wan Sutong turned around and calmly hit Feng Ming's sore spot. "I am now a first-level demigod." After saying that, he turned around and walked into Feng Ming Building.

Feng Ming immediately chased after him upon hearing this, "You have already reached the semi-god realm! How did you break through that barrier! Sister, teach me! It has been three years and my realm has not improved at all!"

Wan Sutong sighed but did not stop. "Come to the third floor. I'll teach you." Feng Ming followed immediately after hearing this.

At this time, the girls on the first floor were still whispering, "I think the boss's momentum is greater than our Feng Ming's mother. He feels like the former boss. He is worthy of being the former boss's apprentice."

Su Er nodded, "Yes, he is as generous as his former boss." Then he looked at the woman in purple, "By the way, Luo Er, you were absent-minded just now, what were you thinking about?"

The girl named Luo'er sighed, "I was worried that I would be bullied without my former employer, but it seems I was overthinking it just now."

The girl in green patted her hand and said, "You are overthinking. Look how intimidating the boss was when he walked in. Uncle Sun followed behind him. I thought it was some mistress who wanted to punish her husband for going to the wrong brothel!"

At the same time, Wan Sutong sighed and found the promotion pill made by Zhao Jinghua for herself from the spiritual sea. She handed a copy of the Qingxin Mantra to Feng Ming and said, "I was promoted in this way. You may want to give it a try." After saying that, she poured a pill into Feng Ming's palm.

Feng Ming looked at the grape seed-sized pill in his hand and fell into deep thought, "Is it reliable?"

Wan Sutong nodded and looked out the window. "This is what Jinghua gave me before I went into seclusion. If you don't use it, I can't do anything about it."

Feng Ming nodded and swallowed the pill doubtfully. "Then I'll go back to my room and try it first!" After saying that, he left the third floor in a flash. Wan Sutong and 0533 laughed at the same time when they saw this.

But after a while, Wan Sutong shed tears silently. 0533 hurriedly used her little hands to wipe away Wan Sutong's tears. "Host, why are you crying again?"

Wan Sutong shook her head and said, "I'm fine." She walked to the table and held the three scrolls in her arms. Her face was calm but tears kept falling. Then she turned and sat on the bed. She fell asleep without knowing when. When she woke up again, it was getting dark. Wan Sutong raised her hand to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and put the three paintings into her spiritual sea.

At the same time, in Zhao Jingtai's dream, he returned to the time when he was thirteen years old. At that time, Zhao Jinghua first went to the battlefield. He heard that there were many dangers on the battlefield, so he hugged Zhao Jinghua's waist and refused to let him leave.

The dream was just like the memory. Zhao Jinghua was not angry, but touched his head. His tone was gentle and his voice was full of youth. "Jingtai, be obedient. Don't you want a black iron sword? I will come back before your birthday next year, and then I will take you to Dongcheng to forge a good sword." He sniffed and finally let go of Zhao Jinghua's waist.

The five months in the dream passed in a flash. In just five months, my personality changed drastically. When Zhao Jinghua came back, I began to distance myself from him, but Zhao Jinghua still fulfilled his promise.

When Zhao Jinghua handed him the black iron sword, he wanted to take it, but in his dream, he knocked the sword down and turned away. In his dream, he saw Zhao Jinghua shook his head and sneered, picked up the sword and turned around with disappointment in his eyes.

"Brother, don't go! I was wrong! Wait for me!" Zhao Jingtai tried hard to catch up with Zhao Jinghua, but when he was about to grab the corner of Zhao Jinghua's clothes, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Jingtai looked at the dim room, and the image of Zhao Jinghua emerged in his mind. Scene after scene seemed as if Zhao Jinghua was right in front of him. "It's my brother's fault. Why are you getting angry with a dying man like me?"

"No matter how strong the armor is, it will be punctured one day. I accept it."

"If you had treated me as your brother... and understood me better... you wouldn't have resorted to such despicable means!" At this point, Zhao Jingtai couldn't help but shed tears. He slowly stood up and walked to the knife rack, picked up a long knife, then cut his finger and walked to the table and wrote two lines on the rice paper: "Your son knows that I have let my brother down, and now I will die to show my determination."

Zhao Jingtai put the knife on his neck, closed his eyes and sighed, "Brother, I am here to apologize to you. Please wait for me." As he spoke, he exerted force on his throat and the long knife cut it. Blood spurted out instantly. In a moment, Zhao Jingtai fell to the ground, bleeding continuously and gradually lost his life.

At this time, the guard outside the door heard the sound of a long knife falling to the ground and pushed the door open and walked in, but was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him and fell to the ground. "Oh no! The Third Prince committed suicide!"

The news soon reached Zhao Jinghua's mourning hall. Zhao Jinfang was bending over to burn paper money for Zhao Jinghua. Upon hearing the news, Zhao Jinfang turned around and ran straight to Yinheng Palace.

However, Zhao Jingjia, Zhao Jingcheng and Zhao Jingyu still knelt in front of the coffin, ignoring Zhao Jingtai's death.

Zhao Jingjia was throwing paper money into the brazier bit by bit, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Zhao Jingcheng's hoarse voice was filled with tears at this time, "Don't worry, my brother. I will definitely do what you asked me to do. Now that he has entered the cold palace, don't even think about getting out, even if he is just a skeleton." Zhao Jingyu was already crying because he not only lost his brother who loved him, but also his brother who was born of the same mother.

Zhao Jinfang arrived at Yinheng Palace and saw Zhao Jingtai curled up on the ground with blood all over his body. Zhao Jinfang stepped forward quickly but fell to the ground just before he could stop her. Zhao Jinfang moved forward and held Zhao Jingtai in his arms. "Jingtai! My son!"