"Tales of imperial conquests are but jests, within which hides not the sobriety of the human world...." Chu Changfeng noticed the poem etched onto the sword's blade and couldn't help but nod with a smile, offering praise.
It had become a customary act, for it seemed that no matter who reached this point, they would appreciate the verses.
"If you are to enter the Capital, you should conceal these lines in the end, or if someone were to whisper them to Emperor Jingtai, they would breed suspicion." Su Ziyue advised about the blade.
"The Heavenly Sword fellow has already mentioned this; Chen Yuan understands. If I am truly to enter the Capital, I will naturally conceal these verses," Chen Yuan nodded in agreement.
He would surely dispel such deliberate liabilities well in advance.
After all, in the eyes of others, he aspired to be a loyal and good officer of Great Jin and naturally wouldn't reveal excessive ambition. Ambitious individuals are always viewed with suspicion.
