As once the most dazzling existence, the sword was used to signify status, from its meaning to its appearance, it couldn't be more fitting.
Yun Qian heard this and gently nodded, "So, it's not considered a weapon?"
"A weapon it still is, but this is what Chang'an uses for practice. Ahem... saying it's not, well, could also be said." Li Zhibai thought that the word "weapon" certainly carried a hint of bloodthirstiness and would definitely not be considered a good thing in a young girl's mind. She instinctively didn't want someone as pure as Yun Qian to touch it.
She looked at Yun Qian's fair and slender fingers, thinking such beautiful hands should be playing the qin or chess?
"You are his teacher." Yun Qian slowly said, thinking she naturally listens to her husband's teacher.*
If the teacher says it's not a weapon, then it's not.
What kind of weapon, killing enemies and defense, a symbol of identity, none of these have any meaning to Yun Qian, instead, it's a burden.
