The little Princess, who loves studying, suddenly lost interest. Could it be due to the frequent absences of the teacher lately, or perhaps the weather?

Today, it began to drizzle, so the lesson moved indoors. Princess Ya Yi stared at the raindrops outside the library, falling like broken strings of pearls, becoming a bit lost in thought.

"Princess, are you unhappy?"

The teacher, of course, noticed her change in demeanor, so paused the lesson, putting down the simplified "Dream of the Red Chamber."

"Teacher Koda, do you also play the stock market?"

Unexpectedly, Princess Ya Yi asked back.

"Why does the Princess ask that?"

Teacher Koda was puzzled and curious.

"Teacher Koda never used to take leave before."

Well then.

Indeed, it was my issue.

According to the normal schedule, the simplified version of Dream of the Red Chamber should be wrapping up by now.

"I don't play the stock market, Princess. I don't know a thing about it."

The often "absent" Koda Kaoru explained with a smile.

Seeing this, Princess Ya Yi also forced a smile, looking rather strained, "I believe Teacher Koda."

"Why is that?"

"Because if you did, Teacher Koda, you definitely wouldn't be able to smile now."

Koda Kaoru chuckled, as if understanding something, "Is this what's troubling the Princess?"

Princess Ya Yi turned back to look at the rain outside the window.

The rain was light, a drizzle, creating an enchanting, blurry beauty.

In contrast.

The situation in our Japanese land is far more severe.

"I heard many have lost their lifetime savings."

"Princess, where did you hear such things?"

Living in the deep palace, the little Princess was like a trapped butterfly, unable to reach the outside sky.

"Though no one tells me, there are no secrets on the internet."

I see.

We are in a technological society now.

Moreover, the Princess, being of the Imperial Family, is not truly a prisoner.

But the internet, does it truly have no secrets?

"It's not as serious as you think, Princess. News online is always sensationalized. I might not play the stock market, but I understand it doesn't remain the same forever; fluctuation is its constant, if some lose money, then surely others are making it."

Koda Kaoru's reassurance wasn't merely placating words; they were reasonable and sound.

Wealth cannot be created or destroyed from nothing.

Even if someone really does lose everything, the lost wealth must have entered another's pocket.

Where does economic vitality come from?

Two words indeed.

— Circulation.

But the money lost by the Japanese, did it really flow back into the pockets of other Japanese?

That, she didn't know.

After all, she doesn't play the stock market and can't know such high-level information.

"Teacher Koda is right, if someone loses in the stock market, someone else wins. But what about our currency?"

What distressed Princess Ya Yi, was clearly not just the online reports about the stock crash.

"Our currency devalues every day, causing losses for all our people."

Koda Kaoru was momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed.

The stock market and currency system are different.

The yen's drastic devaluation affects more than a few; it's the whole wealth of Japan that's shrinking.

Imagine.

Waking up each day, before doing anything, the money in your pocket vanishes into thin air, how would that feel?

"Princess, these are not matters you need to ponder."

Koda Kaoru was at her wit's end, unable to find another excuse to comfort her.

"Hasn't the Prime Minister come by several times, yet still found no solution?"

Princess Ya Yi mused to herself; at such a worry-free age, she was already burdened with the country's worries, explaining why she was so revered by the public.

"We should trust our leaders, Amaterasu will also bless us."

As an educator, abandoning science to invoke mysticism.

"Princess, let's return to our lesson."

Koda Kaoru intended to divert the little Princess's attention, to pull her out of her low spirits, but just then, the door to the library was pushed open without announcement.

"Mr. Fujiwara."

The maid standing outside did not scold, but instead spoke with surprise and respect,

Soon.

Footsteps approached.

Fujiwara Takuya, considered one of the nation's "leaders", came in.

In a place where business politics prevail,

those with power are not just the politicians in high places.

Fujiwara Takuya seemed to have come in haste, shoulders wet with rain.

Princess Ya Yi looked on, puzzled and wide-eyed, at him.

She certainly knew the heir of the Fujiwara Family.

Yet in her memories, he was always a gentleman, polite.

Fujiwara Takuya completely ignored the little Princess, unlike his usual self, barging in and staring intently at Koda Kaoru.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Fujiwara?"

Koda Kaoru calmly inquired, perhaps as a reminder, "The Princess and I are having a lesson."

The Imperial Family, though reduced to mere mascots, fallen from the throne of power, still serve as a spiritual symbol for the nation.

Fujiwara Takuya, despite the rain on his shoulders, ultimately did not entirely ignore the presence of Princess Ya Yi.

"Then may I borrow Koda Kaoru for a moment before continuing the lesson."

Evidently.

He was here for Koda Kaoru.

Ya Yi looked at her teacher in surprise.

Koda Kaoru should understand the influence he wields, or rather every Japanese, surely knows the weight of the word Fujiwara Family.

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