Figxin still hadn't decided what kind of ceremony to hold for her inauguration day.
Although she was already exercising the powers of a prime minister, she had not yet been formally appointed.
The plan was to wait until all the important positions were filled, then hold Charlton's coronation, the prime minister and cabinet's inauguration, and the conferring of honorary noble titles to heroes of the recent campaign all at once.
However, all these events lacked a sufficiently formal and grand ceremony. She didn't want to use the old methods of the former aristocracy.
As it happened, holding it on National Day with a military parade as the ceremony would be very fitting.
"Make exchanging toys a holiday tradition..."
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A big question mark appeared on Figxin's face.
"What do you mean, 'make exchanging toys a holiday tradition'?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like," Zog replied earnestly. "Holiday traditions don't have to arise spontaneously; they can be guided."
"But, why?"
