But in Chen Yi's hands, it would at most be used like a long blade.
Seeing him cradling the sword and studying it, Xiao Wan'er knew he had already heard about the Holy Emperor's edict. Her expression grew somber as she spoke:
"Grandfather said that after this, the family's finances will be a bit tight. I'm afraid the matter of the Medical Dao Academy… will have to be postponed for a while."
Chen Yi paused, then looked at her with a smile. "I don't think we need to postpone it."
"Huh?"
"The revenue from the tea drinks sold at the Medicine Halls should be arriving soon. Judging by last month's figures, it should be at least ten to twenty thousand taels of silver."
"Even after deducting all the expenses, the household should still have a considerable amount of silver left. That would be just enough to build the Medical Dao Academy, wouldn't it?"
Xiao Wan'er opened her mouth to speak. "But… but, Grandfather…"
