บท 587: Chapter 587: Whose Bed is Made of Iron?

"These maids, they all lack proper names. If we acquire more people, we can fill up our ranks." Standing in an open area, watching laborers digging ditches in the distance, Ya Molian spoke to Lin Caisang.

"And what about these people?"

Lin Caisang furrowed her brow, questioned him.

It couldn't be like she said -- truly have all these people slain, right?

These are human lives we're talking about, and according to these people, the nanny, who wants to exploit them from behind the scenes, hasn't entirely gained control over them yet.

"Sang'er, how has Ziyou been these past few days?" Ya Molian asked her.

Lin Caisang was taken aback. Why would he think of Sui Ziyou at this time? That girl is doing well in the ranch space, familiar with all the animals. The things Jiang Zuo prepared have all been put to use.

With her help, she had built a small pavilion that could be considered somewhat human-like.