"This subject greets Attendant Zhang."
The autumn tiger heralded a new heat wave, bringing along with it a sweltering heat that made the fabric of Zhang Qian's clothes paste itself uncomfortably to her damp skin. Once upon a time, her station had afforded her finer, airier silks that allowed a refreshing breeze to pass through whilst maintaining her modesty.
But ever since that incident in the pavilion…it was like no one remembered Lady of Bright Deportment Zhang anymore; not the maids and eunuchs who had become lackadaisical in their servitude towards her, not the other concubines who watched her downfall with poorly disguised gloating in their eyes, and certainly not the Department of Garments, in-charge of tailoring the attire of the harem according to their designation.
(1) The distance between the heavens and the oceans: an idiom describing polar opposites. Not usually in reference to actual distance, used more as a comparison of quality.
A/N: Thank you very much for reading and the amazing comments, gifts, golden tickets and power stones! This chapter is a very long one, I debated splitting it into two but didn't want the interview scene to drag on any longer.
Also, thanks so much for the well wishes to my family, everyone is doing better now. <3