Summary
When I was thirteen hundred years old, I went to the mortal realm. Disguised as a peasant girl, I bought a male slave at Caishikou. Young Marquis Lu, once so proud and brilliant in his youth, now had a broken leg. His hands were bound and hoisted high above him, and he cut a wretched figure as he stood in the filthy chaos of Caishikou, waiting for buyers to pick him over. I paid thirty copper coins and brought him home.