With a dink, the knife in the eunuch's hand grazed by the Third Prince's young body and plunged ruthlessly into the ground of the Chen corridor. It actually sent up a few pieces of stone. One could see how powerful the strike was.
The Third Prince twisted his body and cried out wildly. His legs kicked blindly. He just happened to dodge the strike while he wildly waved the dagger in his trembling hand.
With two rips, the bottoms of the eunuchs' robes were sliced open, revealing two wounds. The eunuchs' faces became cold. It seemed they had not thought a precious prince would carry a dagger with him at all times and that it would be so sharp.
The first time he had pulled the dagger from his shoe, it did not have the effect it should have had. Although the dagger was sharp, it was held in the hands of youth.
