Central Capital.
This place has expanded more than tenfold since the founding of the country.
As the center of the world, it is undeniably prosperous.
Two years ago, Western nobility were still reluctant to leave this place, delaying their return home.
They wore Huaxia clothing, lingering in various entertainment venues, either watching operas, gambling, or attending cockfights and horse races.
The joy found here is beyond words.
"We should also be heading back soon," sighed the Prince of France, setting down his teacup in the teahouse.
"Indeed, we need to return to inherit our thrones. Why not create a little Huaxia back home? That way we could foster good relations with Huaxia and trade with each other."
Everyone's eyes lit up at the realization that this was indeed feasible.
"Let's wait for His Majesty to finish his birthday banquet, then we can depart with the emissaries."
"Agreed!"
