"Clink," the crisp sound of a blade hitting the ground.
In the bustling great hall, it didn't really catch the attention of the crowd.
It was as if a pair of chopsticks had just fallen.
But Bai Zhi'er blinked her round black eyes at the dagger.
She looked up at the person she had bumped into.
He was a man in his thirties, perhaps an official attending the banquet.
He probably never expected the dagger would be knocked down.
At this moment, besides the stiffness and shock on his face, there was also a hint of helplessness.
Bai Zhi'er's gaze returned to the dagger.
The blade was emitting a dark, ominous aura.
It's poisoned!
"Wah..." The little girl pursed her lips, her plump little face instantly filled with grievance.
She sat pitifully on the ground, looking at the man.
Then, Bai Zhi'er lifted her head and cried out in a pitiful little voice!
"Wah, wah, wah~"
At the table of Prince Rui and Prince Kang, they heard the sound immediately.
