To Save or to Kill

Feng Jingyang looked at Bai Zheng in a daze, he did not know how to react for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Didn't inner officer say that your servant girl was injured by the dagger in Yan's hands?"

"That's right, Qingshao was injured by Miss Zheng's dagger, but Your Highness, Qingshao's martial arts are far superior to Miss Zheng's, so how could she have been cut by Miss Zheng's blade?" Bai Zheng's voice was ice-cold.

"How would I know!?" If you want to ask, ask your good servant girl! " Feng Jingyang screamed with fear, but in his heart, he was panicking.

Bai Zheng stared at him, then slightly tilted her head, as the corner of her lips curled up into a cruel arc: "No need to ask, my servant girl was indeed cut by the Miss Zheng. But Your Highness, do you know? The reason she was injured, was not because she wanted to kill Zheng Yan.