The Emperor Leads the Expedition Himself!

Year One of Taiping, May twelfth.

Several days had now passed since the founding ceremony. Across the twelve provinces of the Central Plains, word had largely spread of Jiang Che's ascension to the throne, along with the rewards he had bestowed.

To call it a celebration under heaven would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Yet Jiang Che himself felt none of the excitement of having attained his goal. As ever, he remained calm, standing atop the Heaven-Viewing Tower with his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed into the distance, his eyes resplendent as a river of stars.

They seemed to contain all things, embracing the entire realm.

The Dragon Robe embroidered in gold thread upon him was lifelike, as though it might come alive at any moment.

Before him, in a sight invisible to all others, stretched a sea of golden clouds that blanketed the skies above the entire Capital City, boundless at a glance.

This was national fortune.

The national fortune belonging solely to Great Qian!

At its peak, it even surpassed the national fortune of the former Zhou Dynasty.

Jiang Che did not quite understand the reason. After all, he had only just founded his nation, while the former Zhou had stood for centuries and accumulated the weight of hundreds of years. For him to surpass it was truly unexpected.

Unexpected or not, Jiang Che was naturally delighted by it.

The more immense the national fortune, the greater the enhancement it brought him. It was essentially a direct blessing upon his strength. Jiang Che even had the feeling that, with national fortune shrouding heaven and earth—

His thoughts could reach anywhere.

It was remarkably similar to the omniscient, omnipotent gods described in storybooks.

Without sitting upon that Dragon Throne, one could scarcely sense such