After having lunch, Zhu Wencong led a large troop back to the city, where the slums at night were the most unsafe places.
Jia Mei'er was still enthusiastic in his welcome and send-off, reluctant to see His Majesty Mikhail leave as he could not come back again.
However, Zhu Wencong stood frozen at the doorway; the crowd had already besieged Jia Mei'er's estate tightly, thankfully the soldiers helped isolate it.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" Zhu Wencong waved to the crowd, yet the guards firmly blocked in front of him.
"Is this the legendary His Majesty Mikhail?"
"His Majesty Mikhail is actually so young!"
"Mom, I finally see His Majesty himself!"
Maria looked left and right from behind, Zhu Wencong's fame far surpassed that of Alexander II, she had never seen such adoration for her father from the people.
Or rather Alexander II was like an unreachable God, the public couldn't even dream of seeing, let alone touch him.
