You are a thing of ancient commerce, Rose from the River. You exist half in the present world and half in an ancient and decrepit system of finance and power. And now, at last, this close to Yue Sunfarmer you finally and uncomfortably realize why the Scales of Meaning declared Yue to be the most valuable thing in the Terraced Lake.

Because in an extremely literal sense she is. She has a value of 75.9 trillion dollars. 

She is also the inheritor of the Corporate Throne that commands your loyalty. The obedience algorithms in your head have been dormant for centuries but now, at last, stir to life as they begin to check and cross-check the cryptocontracts to ensure that you are not being hacked, but it's being confirmed by every law daemon in the undernet. 

Somewhere, far out in distant space, the Chief Imperial Officer or their descendants have foresworn their wealth. And, with the speed of monarchy, the systems of this distant world have determined that the correct legal heir to the wealth of the underworld is Yue. Just Yue.

She is a Princess in the ancient sense, inheritor of this world. And you owe her your unquestioning loyalty.