The 841 Furious Emperor

In the Dahua Empire, within the Imperial City of the Imperial Capital, Zhao Kai was throwing a tantrum in his own room. He had truly never felt so miserable and oppressed before.

For such a long time, every advancement made by the Dahua Empire failed to bring him a sense of achievement; instead, it plunged him deeper into fear.

The tax revenue from Fengjiang City was gradually increasing, the profits brought in by one city, or rather half a city, already far exceeding the combined income of over a dozen cities in the Dahua Empire.

Originally, everyone was very excited, because this real silver would become the cornerstone of the development and growth of the Dahua Empire.

But whenever he thought of the fact that the Great Tang Empire possessed even more cities like this, Zhao Kai felt as if there were thorns in his back, and he was uneasy in both sleep and meal.