Mass-targeted

"Aren't the cuts pretty much the same? How can you be so sure that the Miss Zheng scratched it?" Feng Jingyi could not help but cry out for help.

Hearing that, the official smirked disapprovingly: "If it was a normal blade, it would be hard to distinguish. However, this sword of the Miss Zheng has a very peculiar shape."

With that, he signaled to the guard at his side. The guard walked up with a shallow wooden tray. Surprisingly, there was a short blade on the wooden tray.

It was the same sword that was tightly grasped in Zheng Yan's hand when she was killed.

"Please take a look, Fifth Prince." Because the only person who questioned Feng Jingyi was him, the inner officer picked up his dagger and showed it to Feng Jingyi.

"This dagger is extraordinary. There are countless small barbs on the blade, and once it stabs into the flesh, it is very difficult to pull it out. If we are to forcibly pull it out, it will be extremely painful to do so. "