Ning Fan's face was as calm as water. He knew his guess was correct, but he just didn't want to admit it.
The ground was soft, and with the combined efforts of the eight women, they soon dug eight graves and covered them with dirt.
When he saw the women distribute wreaths where the bodies lay, the last trace of his wishful thinking was shattered.
The scene he least wanted to see had finally become a reality.
The way back was somewhat silent, and Ning Fan couldn't help but ask the question on his mind,
"How many bodies are buried in that grassy area?"
Ziyun replied sorrowfully, "Three hundred and twenty-six."
"So many!"
Ning Fan was utterly shocked—this number far exceeded his expectations.
"And that's just what I know. There might be more victims."
Ziyun, with a bitter expression, recounted the history of that grassy area.
When she joined the Hu Family, the grassy area was already there. She knew of an unwritten rule among the servants.
