"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.
"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!
At the table of Prince Rui and Prince Kang, they heard the sound immediately.
They all turned their heads to look at Bai Zhi’er.
Feng Fuce was about to get up to go over but saw the Third Young Master fly like an arrow!
"Zhi’er!" Bai Yaoyu rushed over.
Feng Fuce slightly tilted his gaze, giving a signal to the surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys.
Bai Yaoyu was the first to reach Bai Zhi’er’s side.
The guests nearby also gathered around.
"Zhi’er, what’s wrong? Did you fall and get hurt?" Bai Yaoyu held his sister, nervously checking her from top to bottom.
Bai Zhi’er’s small body lay in her Third Brother’s arms.
She rubbed her own bottom, "This uncle bumped into me, my bum hurts!"
At this point, someone suddenly exclaimed in shock, "There’s a dagger on the ground!"
Bai Xilie was already striding over with a heavy expression.
"Zhi’er!" He took his daughter from Bai Yaoyu’s arms, looked at the dagger, and then at the man who had bumped into Bai Zhi’er, "What’s going on here?"
The man’s face was already filled with panic.
He hurriedly knelt, "This humble official didn’t see the Princess running over and accidentally knocked her down, please, Emperor, punish me!"
Bai Xilie frowned coldly with authority, "What I’m asking about is this dagger, what is going on?"
The man’s body trembled, "This... this isn’t mine, Your Majesty."
Bai Zhi’er lifted her little head, her watery eyes full of accusation.
"Liar! It fell out of your sleeve!"
Her small hand clutched Bai Xilie’s sleeve, tears falling as she choked, "Daddy, did this knife poke Zhi Bao’s bum?"
"It must have poked it into four parts; otherwise, why would it hurt so much?"
Bai Zhi’er’s innocent little voice was both endearing and heartbreaking.
With her testimony, the man could no longer refute.
His face turned pale as he secretly turned his head, searching the crowd for someone’s figure.
Bai Xilie’s expression was stern, "Hold him down and interrogate him immediately! Everyone entering the palace must disarm; why did he sneak in a dagger!"
Having said that, he held Bai Zhi’er and turned back to the Dragon Chair.
The guests hurriedly retreated to their seats.
A few Xiu Luo Envoys stepped forward, already holding the man’s arms, pressing him to the ground.
Feng Fuce walked slowly over, his black boots stopping in front of the man.
He bent down to pick up the dagger.
His cold, long eyes scrutinized it closely.
Then Feng Fuce turned back to Bai Xilie and said, "Emperor, call the Imperial Physician, there are yellow-brown powder residues on the dagger, suspected to be poison."
The crowd around was in an uproar.
Openly hiding poison at the Emperor’s plum banquet!
What kind of treacherous intent is this!
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big watery eyes in her father’s arms.
Isn’t that the color of the dead wood branch she saw the little snake eating?