The loom's clattering noise ceases, as Mulan weaves by the door.
One hears not the sound of the shuttle, only the girl's heavy sighs…
The northern breeze carries the watchman's gong, the cold light shines on the armor.
The general perished after a hundred battles, the warriors returned after a decade…
Returning, they see the Son of Heaven, who sits in the bright hall.
He grants twelve ranks of merits, rewarding them with immense wealth.
The Khan asks what she desires, Mulan has no need for the court's honors, she only wishes for a swift steed, to return her child to their homeland…
Just as the poem says, Mulan was from a military household, her father was often ill, and with younger siblings to look after, when the Son of Heaven called for war, she enlisted in her father's place, threw herself into the battlefield, and after ten years of war, she finally triumphantly returned to court.
But after receiving her title upon her return…
