Shen Siyue has lived for sixteen years and has never touched a real sword.
My father is a general with great military exploits. He has survived the wind and snow at the border with the long sword in his hand, and has also guarded thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
But that sword doesn't belong to her.
The mother said that she was the daughter of a daughter, and she should learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and embroidery. She should be protected by her father and brother under their wings, and be stable for the rest of her life. She had been playing "Qing Ping Diao" in Fang Nuan Pavilion for sixteen years, and could not miss a single note with her eyes closed.
But she always heard another sound in the aftertaste of the strings - the sound of swords cutting through the air, the clang of swords and armor clashing.
When she was three years old, she crawled towards the dagger, but her mother used piano music to lure her away.
Later, she secretly became a master, sneaked out of the house late at night, and practiced for twelve years with an old unedged sword in the old yard bought by her master.
The master said she was very talented, but also said she was too stubborn. "Little wood," the master gnawed on the candied haws and tilted his head to look at her, "I'm afraid you will suffer more than others in this life."
When I was sixteen years old, there was an invasion from the frontier and my father went to war.
The enemy escorted a person in front of the formation - her grandfather.
My father was wearing armor and could not kneel down.
That day, she changed her name and sneaked into the military camp.
That day, her sword saw blood for the first time.
She finally took hold of the sword.
But I don't know if I can turn back.
Purpose: Women can also have ambitions to rise to the top. Protecting the family and the country is not the prerogative of men.
