Your Majesty, I've Filled the Treasury to the Brim Again

On my first night after transmigrating as Empress Zhang of the Ming dynasty, I found Zhu Youcheng sighing over the empty imperial treasury. I, a top modern economics graduate, slapped the table. "What's so hard about that? Your consort knows a thing or two about managing money." Three months later, the emperor stared in astonishment at the treasury, now piled high with silver. "What else does the empress know?" Candlelight flickered, casting the side hall of the Qianqing Palace in shifting half-light and outlining Zhu Youcheng's slender figure. He had been sitting for half an hour before the open treasury ledger, its pages densely covered in writing yet showing just how depleted the coffers were. His fingers tapped unconsciously on the rosewood desk, one beat after another,