The night descended quietly.
Inside the Emperor's bedroom, the lamps were ablaze, and the sound of zithers and lutes filled the air.
In the open space of the inner hall, there were beauties playing the zither and flute, and more beauties dressed in light gauzy skirts, their jade feet bare, dancing gracefully on the carpeted floor. Their legs moved elegantly, drawing beautiful curves with each step.
Behind the long table at the head, Emperor Yong'an, clad in a red Emperor's Robe, his hair untied, and his robe slightly disheveled, sat languidly holding a cup of wine. His face was flushed, the breath he exhaled smelled strongly of alcohol, and his mesmerized eyes were fixed on the scene below.
