C1415 The Power of Imperial Power (1/2)

The Beijing and the Counsellor looked at the telegram and guessed that Xiao Letian had some tricks up his sleeves. Inside the Shanghai Concession, Heng Liwen was hiding in the pub in broad daylight and was cursing Xiao Letian to go to hell while drinking.

On the Amami Oshima, the red-haired Akson listened to the attacks from the enemy lines that kept on attacking him. The weird pronunciation of the Russian was already tormenting him to the point of going crazy, and Xiao Letian had already become his nightmare.

And in the tyrant city of Ryukyu, King Shang Tai held a whole city parade, hundreds of thousands of citizens walked onto the streets to celebrate the victory of the war, and they also celebrated the opening of the Suzhou stock market and the Ryukyu stock market at the same time.

One battle at sea, one war at land, one war at finance! Xiao Letian had completely turned into the tide of East Asia in 1869, causing the entire region to be engulfed by this storm.

None of the ships dared to steal the limelight from the Prime Minister. The western cargo ships that were showing off their might, upon seeing the Zhiyuan Warship coming over, immediately cleared the path in fright. When the two ships crossed paths, the captain and the sailors all took off their hats and bowed to pay their respects.

What was even more shocking was that the Great Qing's Five Clawed Golden Dragon flag had also risen. The dragon robed Tongzhi actually revealed his identity and accepted the worship of tens of thousands of people.

In an instant, the officials and citizens of both sides of the river swarmed over. The last emperor of Qing Dynasty who came down to Jiangnan was still a Qiandong. The story of the sixth Jiangnan had long become a legend that was passed down on the stage.

Eighty-five years, exactly eighty-five years have passed, from the sixth time that the Qiandong descended Jiangnan to now, exactly eighty-five years have passed. This time, the sudden appearance of the Tongzhi Emperor had completely shaken the entire Southern China.

The local officials seemed to have gone crazy. They opened up the treasury and used all of their gold and silver, forcing all the rich families of the city to suffer losses.

Wherever the Zhiyuan Warship passed by, the local officials and the nobles would all kneel down in a dark mass. Everyone's cries were loud, and people begged the emperor to show them some face and let them have a look under their rule.

Almost everyone had a plot regarding a Holy Lord and an enlightened Monarch in their hearts. Under this collective and excited state of mind, as long as Tongzhi was just a little bit smart, he would be able to easily obtain the hearts of the people.

Of course, Zai Chun knew his master's intention. He wanted to make himself public, this was to advertise for his stock market, using the power of the imperial power to provide him with a proper economic plan.

Xiao Letian was the Imperial Advisor, an identity the entire world knew. Right now, the Imperial Advisor was promoting the stock market in Jiangnan to help them through this war of money, so it was reasonable for them to stand up as disciples on this kind of big event.

Zai Chun did not complain at all. He hoped that Master could make use of him a few times more and use him as a shield against people's resentment. As long as he could see more of his own people, would rather Master do it.

Zai Chun stood on the high bridge under the blazing sun and waved towards the people on both sides of the river. In fact, the Zhiyuan Warship in the middle of the Yangtze River was still far from the two sides.

It was enough for people to see the boat and the gigantic Five-Clawed Golden Dragon flag flying above the mast. As long as they knew that the Emperor was on top, it would be enough for the Holy Lord in their faith to be on top!

”Long live the Emperor!” The people on both sides of the river kowtowed as if they were beating garlic. Some of the elderly people were so excited that they even cried out and fainted.

Along the way, countless local officials kneeled in the dirt and shouted ”Long live”. In their hands were papers they wrote praising the Sacred Monarch, regardless of whether or not Zai Chun could hear them, they kept on shouting their own names and history. These small officials did not hope to have the chance to meet the Emperor, but they still wanted to gamble on their luck.