"Her Royal Highness the Princess! Those are Lord Prince Yan's weapons!" Qingyun Pendant blurted out, "Oh heavens, it's Prince Yan's Sword, I'm definitely not mistaken!"
Ye Wanlan did not speak, but simply stretched out her hand to lightly caress the sword guard inside the box.
The sword guard, the part between the blade and the hilt that serves as hand protection, is made of white jade in the case of Prince Yan's Sword.
Over hundreds of years, not a single blemish or fine scratch has appeared on this white jade; it remains as pristine as when it was first crafted.
In the center of the sword guard, there is even a carved image of a crane spreading its wings to fly.
Ye Wanlan's hands trembled slightly, feeling that powerful attraction coming from somewhere deep within her bloodline.
Apart from He Jia, naturally, she was most familiar with Prince Yan's Sword.
For it was He Jia who once used this very Prince Yan's Sword to teach her the most basic self-defense.
