Sycamore

Ye Qingtong's father has told her since she was a child that as a daughter of the Ye family, she should not be too bad in both literary, Taoist and military skills. So Ye Qingtong thought, he might as well go to the battlefield to train himself. As a result, he accidentally made a great contribution and was granted the title of a minor general who was in vain. She had just turned thirteen at the time. She was standing on the city wall that day, and the north wind blew her maroon shirt, scalding the eyes of many people, but she didn't seem to know it. Some people tried their best to get her, and some tried their best to kill her. But for her, all this just adds a little more spice to her days. Ye Qingtong knelt down and looked at the horrified eyes of the man in black in front of him, reached out and pulled off his mask, and asked with disgust: "By the way, when your patron asked you to kill me, did he know that your martial arts were so bad?"