She looked over and saw Liu Xuanxuan, her face veiled, give a graceful bow.
Su Qing sat in a chair; it was unclear what he said.
Then, Liu Xuanxuan suddenly removed her veil, revealing a delicate and beautiful face that broke into a smile. Taking a black, square box from her maid's hands, she presented it to Su Qing.
Fei Chen took it, opened the box, and held it out beside Su Qing.
A short dagger was now in Su Qing's hand.
He held the dagger, examining it for a moment.
Then came Liu Xuanxuan's sweet, laughing voice.
"My father happened upon this Heavenly Level dagger. Today being the Prince's birthday, I have come to present it as a gift."
It was a black dagger with intricate patterns. The moment it was unsheathed, one could even hear the sound of whistling wind.
The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and incredibly sharp. A single glance told you it was the work of a master craftsman.
