Completed
A few notes before reading:
1. Narrated in the first person.
2. A novel written in a prose style, with a relatively slow pace.
(I wrote this novel when I was in middle school, probably around 2010, so the writing style is extremely old-fashioned~)
"Looking back now, it really is ridiculous!
Swordmaking is a man's work, yet it requires a woman's blood.
When a person dies, the lamp goes out. Blood melts into iron, and only after iron mixed with flesh and blood is hammered again and again can a sword finally be forged.
It will belong to no woman, even if the warmth of one still lingers on its blade.
It will belong to a man. Perhaps a king who holds power over all the land, perhaps a general who charges across the battlefield, perhaps a righteous hero whose name will live on... But it will never belong to a woman.
If that's the case, what woman would willingly walk into the flames?
And yet some do.
Why did I walk in?
For love? No.
There was love, certainly, but it was not the only reason.
I simply felt that, born into a troubled age, I ought to do something.
In the history books I read, women were always seductresses or bringers of misfortune, as though only men could turn the wheels of history.
'As a woman, you can't do nothing. If you can't embroider or cook, how will you take good care of your man?'
But history will not move forward just because I can embroider and cook. It doesn't even see me.
If I meekly spent my whole life taking care of a man, I would end up as nothing more than a number in the history books.
I don't want to disappear so humbly.
I don't want to be called Gan Jiang's wife after I die.
I am Mo Ye, daughter of the Sword God Ou Yezi, and my father's blood runs through my veins.
I can do something, if only I am willing to give up everything I have now.
I can make the history books record my name.
Not as a seductress, not as a bringer of misfortune.
But as a name admired by thousands, just like those men's!"
Theme: Historical fantasy
