Feng Qingxue took it and saw that the third East Pearl had a deep scratch on its surface that wasn't just from regular abrasion; it appeared to have been made with some kind of sharp object, which greatly diminished the pearl's luster.
The rank of the princess in question meant that the pearls on this necklace were not of a high grade, probably third class East Pearls.
"Do you remember so clearly?"
"Of course, there were records of most of the princess's dowry." Lu Jiang explained and, pointing at the scratched pearl, said, "I've told you about how mischievous I was as a child; I had quite a temper and would throw and smash things when I got angry. I don't remember why I was angry, but I do recall taking my mother's awl and scratching the surface of the pearls. The pearl wasn't the only thing that got damaged; I didn't get away with it either."
Feng Qingxue looked at him. "You cut your own hand?"
