Zhu Wencong watched Edna pushing a cart full of envelopes, each day attracting a large crowd of people to submit letters, reflecting on their personal and societal issues.
Normally, there were measures in place to divert traffic; people could choose the City Government's mailbox or the mailbox at Zhu Wencong's residence.
Clearly, the people did not trust the Government Office; they only trusted Zhu Wencong, whom they saw as their Tsar, equating him to His Majesty Mikhail.
"How's work going lately?" Zhu Wencong asked concernedly, for if they did not handle the mail, he would have to deal with it personally.
Edna stopped in her tracks, "I am capable of handling this job! Does Your Majesty have any new arrangements?"
"Ever since I started assisting Your Majesty in solving these problems, I've understood what life is like for the common people and the true nature of our society.
