"It's really too much to deceive others." Bafujin slammed the table hard, "That bitch actually plotted against me before leaving. I will not be a human being until I cut her into pieces."

I never thought that a prostitute would dare to consume their father's reputation like this. Even after she decisively took action, she would not die or continue to lurk, and she would dare to go to Paradise Manor to open a shop like this. Who gave her this?

courage.

The eldest palace maid persuaded her hard, "Master, she is now the female shopkeeper in Paradise Manor. The women there are unreasonable and cling to each other. Any trivial matter will turn into an uproar. Let's not mess with her."

For good."

Bafujin's eyes widened, "What do you mean? You want me to endure that bitch, right?"

"Master, your servant dare not."

The palace maid knelt down, feeling desolate in her heart. The mistress has become more and more biased in recent years. If she did the right thing, it would be fine. If she did the wrong thing, those who served her would really die without a burial place.

Although it is said that this is what they should do as slaves and be loyal, but when they see their masters trying to jump into the trap, they should be persuaded to die.

However, ants are also greedy for life.

She has followed Ba Fujin since she was a child, and her survival to this day is not based on loyalty, but on the ability to look at her eyes. Naturally, there are loyal servants, but most of them have been dragged to mass graves by the guards now.

"Come here, prepare a car and go to Paradise Villa."

"Scum." The eldest maid exited the door and told the little girls to get ready to go out. She glanced at the eighth prince's study, thought for a while, and closed her mouth.

…

Madam Mao gently put down her veil and asked, "It's noisy outside, what's the matter?"

"Fujin said he wanted to go to Paradise Villa." Xiu'er said as she scratched her itches. She was good at everything, but she was a bit loud and couldn't hold her tongue. Fujin gave her to Mao as his personal maid.

It's really interesting.0

The corners of Mao's lips raised, "That's a good place. By the way, Xiu'er, go to the street in front and buy me some new silk thread. I want it to be a bright red one, with eighteen strands."

Xiuer happily agreed.

Mao breathed out a sigh of relief.

The first step to being a good slave is to say whatever the master says, and not to say a word more than he should say.

Idiot, stay safe.

…

When Fujin goes out, he has to prepare for at least an hour. When Fujin and his people go out to cause trouble, rumors and rumors have already started flying before he can even reach the paradise.

There were so many people in the capital that the carriage could not run. Even Bafujin did not dare to drive fast on such a road. It was bumpy all the way and finally got out of the city gate. It didn't take long for the carriage to become stable.

Bafujin also relaxed a little: "After leaving the city gate, the car will be more stable. It stops and stops for a while, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

The eldest maid smiled and said: "No."

She absolutely refused to lift her clothes. The road was good and the car was stable.

The road built by Paradise Villa is smoother than the official road. Although it is narrower than the official road, new roads have been planted on both sides. Cedars, firs, and cypress trees were all planted in sections by believers of various families. All kinds of trees are planted in sections.

have.

Some of them are not suitable for growing on the roadside, and the branches need to be repaired regularly. Fortunately, these days, branches and leaves are also good things. If you put them on the roadside, they will always be picked up and cooked, so there is nothing wasted.
Chapter completed!