It was Yang Dachuan who spoke in a deep voice, "Apart from the four who were clever enough to hide, there are the three old women who were looking after the drunk crabs in the next courtyard, plus Fugui and a few others. The rest either died on the spot or were found too late."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia's heart skipped a beat. There were at least fifty to sixty servants in the Yang Family, and now, counting those left, there were only about a dozen left; more than half had died.
"Dad, some of them have families. There are records from when they were bought. Some didn't have any, the servants without families can be buried generously on our Yang Family's burial grounds. For those who have families, send a sum of silver to their homes and have someone bring the bodies back for them."
"Dad is aware, and I have already sent Qingyou and Tieshu to take care of it."
