The Ming Dynasty’s Number One Playboy: From the Start, Ruining the Duke of Xinguo’s Estate

In the twenty-second year of Hongwu, in Yingtian Prefecture.

The Qinhuai River was crowded with pleasure boats, their music and singing going on all night. The scent of rouge mingled with wine and drifted through the hazy mist, cloaking the Ming Empire's capital in a glittering, decadent splendor.

Inside a private room at the Drunken Immortal Tower, cups and dishes lay scattered everywhere.

“Master Tang, have another drink!”

A heavily made-up songstress held a cup to the young man's lips, her sugary voice like poison laced with honey. He rested one foot on a stool and leaned to one side, his gaze unfocused and a roguish smile playing on his lips.

“Drink! I'm in a good mood today. Nobody's stopping me!”