Seated before the copper mirror, Song Yunzhao gazed at her reflection. She was a woman who cared deeply for her appearance, for she knew that a beautiful face was an asset in this new life of hers.
It was a sad thought, perhaps, but true nonetheless.
She intended to do her own makeup today. She had drawn up some designs and sent Anshun to the Six Departments to commission a set of makeup brushes. The artisans of this era could craft exquisite calligraphy brushes, so making a set of makeup brushes was certainly no trouble for them.
The brushes were made with soft rabbit fur—dozens of them, in all shapes and sizes. They had rosewood handles and pure gold ferrules engraved with subtle patterns. Because it was a rush order, the set had cost her 300 taels of silver. The Six Departments were true extortionists.
