Down the Mountain

Luxurious carriages often bring me back to the residence. My younger sister envies my extravagant jewelry and clothes, so she spreads rumors everywhere that I’m a wealthy merchant’s mistress. My father thinks I care too much about money and am covered in the stench of copper. But the Empress, the princess, and the marquis insist on giving me these things, all because I am a celestial master who bears Heaven’s mandate and holds the fate of the imperial court in my hands. The nobles and officials all hope to curry favor with me.