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The atmosphere within the Holy Ruins Palace in the Imperial Capital was unusually heavy.

Emperor Gustav and Empress Elizabeth sat on either side of a spacious desk, piled high with various documents and intelligence reports.

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Their eyes were bloodshot from prolonged reading, but even after looking at everything, they still struggled to comprehend why the refined salt storm had involved such a massive sum of money.

Gustav frowned, lamenting, "The Clodo family alone is 140 million gold coins in debt. How is that possible? Even if the entire Clodo family were sold, they couldn't raise that much money. How did they borrow so much money?"

Empress Elizabeth also felt a headache upon hearing this question.

The amount of money involved in this refined salt storm had far exceeded her expectations. Besides the Clodo family, other families, large and small, had also suffered huge losses, totaling 120 million gold coins. Adding these families' original liquid funds, the total capital circulating in the market exceeded 400 million gold coins.

"Four hundred million gold coins!" Gustav couldn't help but exclaim. He truly struggled to understand how these refined salt nobles could be so wealthy.

The empire's annual revenue wasn't even 400 million gold coins. After deducting the empire's various expenses, they would be thanking the heavens if they could save 20 to 30 million gold coins a year.

Horns had managed the national treasury for so many years, and it was unknown whether there were even 400 million gold coins in the treasury.

Empress Elizabeth looked at the data and figures compiled by Horns, feeling her head swell. This information was even more exhausting than the daily Cabrones intelligence summaries. She looked up at Gustav and suggested, "Your Majesty, perhaps we should ask Minister Horns to come and analyze this matter. He is, after all, an expert in this area."

Soon, Horns was summoned to the Holy Ruins Palace. Seeing the Emperor and Empress's weary and puzzled expressions, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Because when he initially learned of this news, he was also taken aback. He even spent three days and three nights reviewing the entire event before he could barely understand the underlying connections.

"Your Majesty, Empress Your Majesty," Horns respectfully bowed.

Standing before the Emperor and Empress, Horns began to explain the financial logic behind the storm in detail. "Your Majesty, although it appears that 400 million gold coins were circulating on paper, in reality, only 100 million actually flowed in the form of gold coins.

The remaining 300 million gold coins are actually just numbers represented by various IOUs and promissory notes."

"Numbers?" Gustav asked in confusion. "Do you mean that those gold coins don't actually exist?"

"Precisely, Your Majesty," Horns replied affirmatively. "Most of the transactions were conducted through IOUs and debts, without any actual gold coins changing hands."

"Then, who is the ultimate winner in this storm?" Gustav eagerly wanted to know the result.

Horns paused for a moment before answering, "Based on the current situation, the biggest winner should be Prince Soren."

"Soren?" Gustav's voice unconsciously rose several decibels, clearly surprised by this outcome.

Empress Elizabeth was equally shocked. She hurriedly asked, "How much money did the Seventh Prince actually make from this?"

Horns took a deep breath and replied, "According to our preliminary estimates, Prince Soren earned at least 100 million gold coins!"

Emperor Gustav couldn't help but take a deep breath upon hearing this. He originally thought he had some understanding of his son's wealth, but now it seemed he had underestimated Soren's financial resources. Such wealth was indeed a bit too heavy for a prince who had not yet come of age.

Horns, watching the Emperor's thoughtful expression, continued, "Your Majesty, if you want to understand the entire situation more deeply, I'm afraid you need to ask the Seventh Prince to come and explain in person. In the process of reviewing the entire event, I also encountered many puzzling and incomprehensible points."

Gustav nodded in agreement. He raised his hand, preparing to order someone to summon Soren, but he heard a guard's report from outside the door.

"Reporting to Your Majesty! Prince Soren requests an audience!" The guard's voice echoed in the palace.

The Emperor and Horns exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They didn't expect Soren to take the initiative to request an audience at this time. Gustav waved his hand, signaling the guard to let Soren in.

Soon, Soren walked into the palace. He looked calm and confident, not at all like a child who was overwhelmed by a huge fortune. After bowing to the Emperor and Empress, he raised a wooden box high and said loudly, "Father, in this refined salt trade war, your son made a small profit. Thinking that all of this is inseparable from your support, I specially dedicate most of the proceeds to you, Father, to contribute to the empire's development."

Hearing this, Gustav smiled broadly, looking at Soren before him, and couldn't help but secretly admire him.

He had originally worried that it would be unsafe to put so much money on a child, but now it seemed that Soren was still very sensible.

"Good, good, truly my good son," Gustav praised.

Empress Elizabeth sighed inwardly, seeing Horns's gaze towards Soren. She understood that in this refined salt trade war, Soren had successfully conquered Horns. When competing for the position of Crown Prince in the future, Horns would most likely stand on Soren's side.

"Soren, you've come at the right time," Gustav said, having the guards take the wooden box. "We were just about to ask you to explain the details of this refined salt storm. Minister Horns said that you might be the biggest winner in this storm. What do you have to say about this?"

Soren smiled slightly, answering calmly, "Father, your son did earn some money in this storm. But this money is not due to your son's efforts alone, but rather to my team and our shrewd investment strategies. As for the specific amount and investment details, your son is willing to share them in detail with Father and Minister Horns."

Gustav nodded, signaling Soren to continue. Although he was wary of Soren's wealth, he was more admiring and expectant of this child.

As long as most of the money earned is handed over to the internal treasury, it is equivalent to making money for oneself. Where can you find such a good son?