Just as Dong Hua was about to speak, Yang Cai'e made a shushing gesture.

Donghua whispered, "I can't let my master take the blame for me."

Yang Cai'e said, "Don't you understand your master? He has his own plans. Let's wait and see, and don't act rashly."

Dong Hua looked at Zhao Cheng with a worried expression.

He Yin walked to the pavilion, squatted down and put her hand in the water, and immediately a group of fish gathered around.

He said, "You also mentioned in your description that Dong Hua was being strangled by Wang Yufeng, and you were facing him, some distance away. How were you able to slit his throat?"

"That's easy! I have a special skill!"

"What special skill?"

"A foul mouth can kill without a trace!"

He Yin's hand trembled as he teased the fish, and his lips twitched repeatedly, as if he could no longer bear it. However, his excellent self-control allowed him to calm down, and when he stood up and looked at Zhao Cheng, he still had that calm expression.

"You mean, to save Donghua, you used your special skill and spat out something?"

"Throwing knife," Zhao Cheng said quickly.

"Okay, so you mean you killed Wang Yufeng by spitting out flying knives, right?"

Zhao Cheng snapped his fingers and nodded, saying, "It's so refreshing to talk to smart people. Lord He's comprehension is amazing!"

Upon hearing this, even Zhao Yan was surprised and said, "Brother, you've been hiding your true abilities!"

He Yin walked up to Zhao Cheng, looked at the small knife in the fruit plate on the table, and asked, "Is that throwing knife about the size of this fruit knife?"

"almost."

"Very good."

He Yin picked up the fruit knife and handed it to Zhao Cheng, saying, "Young Prime Minister, I trust you, but I'd appreciate it if you could demonstrate it for me personally."

"Please demonstrate for me how to spit out knives and kill without leaving a trace."