A flash of sword light, like a bolt of lightning, streaked past. Jin Changge moved with the grace of a dragon, his sword thrusting and parrying, leaving several wounds on the wooden dummy.
Women are naturally weaker than men. Even though Jin Changge had studied martial arts with many famous masters since childhood and never slacked off, she was also well aware that women's bodies would always be restricted in combat.
This is just a contest; if the goal is to kill, then much more effort is required.
However, a sharp weapon like a sword can compensate for the weakness of physical strength.
Swords come in different lengths, hardness, and sharpness; those who practice swordsmanship often carefully consider and then solemnly choose a sword that suits them.
As a princess, Jin Changge had many swords to choose from and had used many swords. Even the sword she was using for practice was not one that an ordinary person could use.
The sword in his hand was honed with fierce power; a single thrust could even pierce through soft armor and reach straight for the heart and lungs.
Like this wooden stake in front of us, if we put in a little effort, we could turn the spikes into horizontal slashes and even sever the wooden figure's head.
However, expending more effort was not Jin Changge's intention, so the sword in her hand could only be used for practice. The sword she really wanted to use was at her waist at this moment.
The sword is called "Bishui," and unlike most commonly used swords, Bishui is a soft sword.
It was only two fingers wide and two feet long, a length that was just the same as Jin Changge's slender waist.
The sword is snow-white, and the blade is as if it were newly sharpened. Although it lacks rigidity and is difficult to chop, it is enough to draw blood and kill if it is used for thrusting or slicing.
This light, flexible sword can be thrust out from all sorts of tricky angles. If the wielder has superb swordsmanship, he can unleash countless variations, making it impossible for anyone to defend against.
In fact, Jin Changge had not used this sword for long; it had only been found in the mansion's treasury half a month ago.
But the moment she gripped the sword hilt, her initial hesitation vanished instantly, replaced by an unwavering resolve, as if branded into her very being.
This is the sword she should use, and she should use it to do something.
The water, of unknown origin, was displayed alongside a dazzling array of rare and precious items in a jewel-encrusted storeroom, where it had remained unused for many years.
Back then, when the Jin clan expanded their territory and waged wars in all directions, this sword may have been used by one of the clan members.
But that's in the past. At least in recent years, no one would choose to use a sword to defeat an enemy.
Jin Changge, a member of the Jin clan, took out this sword and danced with it every night by candlelight.
Unlike practicing swordsmanship during the day, only at night can Jin Changge unleash his full power and demonstrate his destructive strength.
A sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is a killing technique. Jin Changge, who trains with the intention of killing, does not resemble a ferocious executioner when he practices.
With her slender and graceful figure, and her bright eyes and white teeth, if one disregarded her sharp and murderous swordsmanship and simply viewed her as a sword dance, she would be worthy of being called the number one dancer in the world.
Unfortunately, only the maid Qing'er has ever seen such a figure.
In the martial arts training room at night, Jin Changge practiced alone by candlelight. Qing'er stood guard outside the door, listening to the sound of swords coming from inside, and then to Jin Changge's panting. She finally slowly understood what the kindest, most generous, and most incapable young lady was going to do.
She will draw her sword and kill the enemy on her wedding day!
The entire Jin family regarded Qin Ze as an enemy, wishing they could tear him to pieces, while those foreign tribes that had invaded and occupied vast territories were regarded as friends they could make.
What she was about to do was go against her family's wishes and make enemies of everyone.
Everything she did went unappreciated, unchallenged, and she couldn't even let anyone know about it.
Qing'er had no idea how many days and nights she, as a member of the Jin clan, had pondered before making this decision, but it was a decision that would surely cause anyone great pain.
Abandoning one's family, fleeing the mansion, and venturing alone into the world requires immense courage, but it is always a way out.
At least, a caged bird has a chance to survive after entering the forest.
But choosing to fight alone requires not only immense courage but also an unyielding determination, because it means certain death!
This is destined to be a road of no return.
Qing'er understood that she had made her final choice.
Even so, seeing her still practicing swordsmanship alone at this moment still brought tears to Qing'er's eyes.
After all, Miss was really not a bad person, and she shouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.
She was kind to everyone. Even Song Ma, who had left the mansion, often talked about her. She had also given away silver to help the poor and weak on many occasions.
In the dead of winter, she even personally distributed porridge to beggar children who had nothing to eat, and she even knew to prepare some heavy cotton clothes and frostbite ointment to distribute as the year drew to a close.
Even when Qin Ze was about to lead his army into the capital, and the people of Jinling already knew that the Jin family was doomed and were cursing the Jin family, she still went to the north of the city and personally visited the people.
Qing'er still remembered Jin Changge saying that from top to bottom of the Jin mansion, only the stone lions at the gate were clean, but she thought that Miss should also be included.
If Miss is not from the Jin family, then no matter where she comes from, she must be a kind, generous, patriotic, and benevolent person.
But fate had other plans; in this cesspool, she could only be a lotus flower amidst the mud.
Qing'er turned her face away, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then turned around and walked towards Jin Changge with a smile.
"Miss, please take a rest."
"Look, you're all sweating."
Jin Changge stopped, turned his head and smiled at Qing'er, then placed the sword on the rack.
"Alright, that's enough practice."
"I've trained enough. These next two days, I'll rest and recuperate."
Qing'er nodded silently and walked to her side to wipe her sweat.
Jin Changge took it from Qing'er's hand, wiping his sweat as he said:
"By the way, tell Song Ma not to send any more dried sweet potatoes. We still have plenty at home, and I'm tired of them."
With just these one sentence, Qing'er's pent-up pain poured out. She hugged Jin Changge tightly, burying her head in her arms without saying a word.
Jin Changge was slightly surprised and looked down at her head, saying:
"What's wrong? You greedy girl, isn't that enough to eat?"
"Miss, please don't go. Please don't go to the wedding." Qing'er trembled slightly as she whispered.
“I’m going to enjoy myself without you. Will you feel bad? Hehe, that won’t do. You’re not lucky enough for that.” Jin Changge laughed.
"It's getting late, and dragging this out won't do any good. You should leave the manor now. Did you see how that scoundrel looked at you today? If you don't leave soon, you'll end up in his hands sooner or later." Jin Changge stroked Qing'er's head.
"You've thought of a way out for me, but what about you?" Qing'er raised her face and said with red eyes.
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