Not until the third cart did the servants clearly differentiate their treatment: apart from the majority that were bagged in burlap, which were, as always, dumped out, the remaining few were all packed neatly in wooden boxes.
Upon opening, stacks and stacks of letters were neatly piled.
The paper inside was obviously of a much finer quality than that of others—pristine, delicate, some even had gold-embossed patterns on the covers with wax seals.
As the officials were handling the letters, the postal clerks overheard voices from the front hall.
"Why does Shenling Yang come in person to collect the mail today? Couldn't someone have been sent to run this errand?"
A voice full of vitality rose.
"I've been on duty at the north gate these past days and just so happened to be going up the city tower for a look. I saw you coming and thought to ask if there were any letters for me on the way."
