I really want to ask, is this "artistic adaptation" legitimate...? He swallowed hard and silently mourned for Lin Zhen for three seconds to avoid compromising his morals.
The next second, a fawning voice rang out, "Is this pressure comfortable? Would you like it a little harder?"
…………
The Jia family had lax rules, and with so many eyes watching them, news spread like wildfire to every household in no time.
Some people sarcastically remarked, "The fact that the gates weren't properly secured shows why these fairies and celestial children wanted to be reincarnated into the Jia family and their in-laws."
This means the Jia family is destined to fall, only in this way can they achieve their goal of surviving the tribulation.
The rumor spread like wildfire, and those in the know understood it with just a glance. They dared not say anything openly, but all sorts of sarcastic and cutting remarks were spread in secret.
The two in the palace naturally knew the most.
The retired emperor, being quite gossipy, sought out the emperor to discuss the matter:
"Do you know what Jia Zhen of the Jia family has done? Tsk tsk tsk, even I wouldn't dare to do such a thing."
The emperor wrote furiously, replying with a nonchalant tone:
"Emperor Xuanzong of Tang also didn't have Yang Guifei until he was about your father's age, so you don't need to belittle yourself."
The retired emperor was speechless at those words and wanted to curse, but when he saw the stacks of memorials on the emperor's desk, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
So I decided to forgive my unfilial son and casually changed the subject:
"What is Your Majesty's opinion on the matter the divine dog mentioned?"
"Is there even a need to say more, Father?" The Emperor put down his pen, a smile appearing on his usually aloof face, a smile that surprisingly held a sharp edge.
"The Demon Goddess Jinghuan is detrimental to the dynasty and endangers the safety of the people. Her crimes are unforgivable. The God of Wealth only needs some gold and silver. Just give it to her!"
When these powerful and domineering words reached the ears of the retired emperor, he was initially somewhat pleased, thinking that the successor he had chosen was quite good. Then he shook his head, somewhat regretful.
"If only the God of Wealth had made this request to us personally, we could at least save face for him."
"What seems like a misfortune may actually be a blessing in disguise. I believe this Goddess of Wealth is not a kind person. If we gain her favor, she may bring trouble upon us."
His statement that he acted on behalf of the Lin family's daughter to deal with the Fairy Disenchantment should not be entirely believed.
The emperor remained calm, met the gaze of the retired emperor, and slowly said:
"It seems that from the very beginning, the God of Wealth's target was the Demon Goddess Jinghuan."
Surprisingly, the retired emperor showed no surprise at this conclusion; instead, he nodded in agreement and added his own thoughts.
"I believe that it would be correct for the God of Wealth to descend to earth to accumulate merit and wealth, which would then be used to become the official God of Wealth. However, there is likely another condition—"
The retired emperor dipped his finger in the bright red vermilion ink used for making the red ink brush beside him, drew an X on the table, tapped it, and said with a smile:
"Kill a true god!"
The emperor, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment, quickly replied:
"There are also ranks among the immortals. For example, the Lin family girl, the Jia family children, and that Xue family girl are just minor immortals. The Fairy Disenchantment has her eye on them."
Little did she know, the God of Wealth had also set his sights on her—a sinful god.”
The retired emperor nodded and murmured:
"That's right. What the God of Wealth said before about turning the Illusionary Realm into a commodity was probably not false; it might be a necessary requirement."
The more they thought about it, the more horrified they became. They wondered if it was too much of a coincidence that the Crimson Pearl Fairy, who had a past life connection with the God of Wealth, was chosen by the Fairy Disenchantment.
It was as if a spider web had enveloped the oblivious and unaware Jinghuan, and now it was time to close the net.
The father and son exchanged a glance, their eyes showing the same shock.
The beautiful, almost ethereal, young girl who was the Goddess of Wealth, now bears the mark of madness in every movement and expression I recall.
But it would be naive to think that the God of Wealth is too terrifying and that the God of Illusion might side with him.
They're not crazy; they just like to push their limits. The God of Wealth is their ally, so the more godlike they are, the better.
Moreover, they knew that all of Jinghuan's subordinates in the human world were dead...
"However, there isn't much readily available money in the national treasury, and I'm afraid it won't be enough to buy the treasure chests that the God of Wealth has his eye on," the emperor said, rubbing his forehead in distress.
"If it weren't for the fact that you, Father Emperor, fought so many wars, built so many gardens, and had so many children, we would definitely have enough money!"
"What did you say?" the retired emperor roared in fury.
"If it weren't for my power and authority over the world, would you be able to possess such a vast territory, and even gardens? I am the emperor, can't I even build a few gardens?"
He then sneered, looking at the emperor with narrowed eyes: "Your brothers and sisters' stipends and fiefs are being reduced by you every day, and I haven't said anything about it."
"Ha," the emperor said righteously, "They made mistakes, so I punished them. I have never punished someone without cause."
...The father and son went back and forth, bringing up old grievances, each harboring resentment, but alas, they had no money.
To meet the requirements of the God of Wealth, one must have an astronomical sum of money.
After the great expansion during the reign of the retired emperor, the dynasty is now in a period of recuperation and development, and most of the money in the national treasury cannot be touched.
The emperor's private treasury basically subsidized the national treasury, leaving only a pittance. The retired emperor's private treasury contained a great many rare treasures, paintings, and antiques, but little gold and silver.
The emperor was trying to persuade the retired emperor to have his brothers and sisters pay a "deposit".
Then they can take their birth mother back to support her, under the guise of guaranteeing her a superior lifestyle if they pay money.
The Emperor Emeritus almost struck him; what an unfilial son!
A black dog strolled in, and after learning of their predicament, said solemnly, "I have a solution."
Under the astonished gazes of the two men, Lin Zhen Black Dog proudly raised his head.
When he was still an ignorant teenager, he had discovered many ways to get rich on telephone poles, but unfortunately, for various reasons, he only tried one of them.
"P2P platform financing"—the prospects looked bright, the returns were considerable, and the voice on the other end of the phone was very confident. He paid his money...
The past is too painful to recall. Lin Zhen confidently waved his left foreleg, spitting as he explained in detail this routine, this financing method, the most important thing being the guarantee.
The presence of the Emperor and the Retired Emperor is the best guarantee, and with the Goddess of Wealth, a living deity, endorsing the project, its prospects are undoubtedly bright.
The retired emperor found a loophole:
"Your subjects may have money, but when it comes to investments, you always have to look at the returns. The Goddess of Wealth didn't say she would give us any benefits."
Moreover, the Emperor and I cannot tell our ministers the inside story; otherwise, it would be easy to get them to pay up directly.
The most difficult part is that the ministers must not be aware of this. Not to mention whether the God of Wealth would mind, the ruler will lose the country if he is not discreet. If too many people know, it is hard to guarantee that the God of Illusion will not find out, and then he will take precautions.
"What's the big deal? Let me go ask the Goddess of Wealth... no, the Goddess of Wealth, what she can offer, like a chance to buy a treasure chest or something. If there's nothing..."
The black dog delved deep into its own potential, its mind working faster than ever before:
"Investments can fail, so just declare the project bankrupt. Then the retired emperor and the emperor can reward and appease the officials. It's a win-win situation without costing anything."
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