Inside the Imperial Garden, the Great Xia Emperor wore a cyan-gold crane-patterned Daoist robe. Amidst the fluttering snow, he tossed feed from his hand, teasing the sika deer. It was clear he was in a very good mood today.
And indeed, he had every reason to be. Having governed the realm, he knew all too well how much impact the failure to hold Juma City could have—not only on the current imperial court, but on the entire world.
The stock market was a market of confidence; was a nation not also a market of confidence, especially at a time when the state was vigorously promoting silver banknotes?
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