In the 22nd year of Hongwu, Yingtian Mansion.
The Qinhuai River is lined with painted boats and music plays all night long. The smell of powder mixed with the fragrance of wine permeates the hazy water mist, giving this capital of the Ming Dynasty a layer of glitz and glamour.
In the private room of Zuixian Tower, cups and plates were in a mess.
"Mr. Tang, would you like to have another drink——"
The heavily made-up singer held the wine glass to the young man's mouth, and her sweet voice sounded like poison mixed with honey. The young man stepped on the stool with one foot, tilted his head, his eyes were blurred, and there was a wanton smile on his lips.
"Drink! I am happy today, no one can stop me!"
