That night marked the City Lord's fortieth birthday celebration.
In the City Lord Mansion, melodious music filled the air. The singer and dancing girls moved with graceful limbs, their eyes full of allure as they attended to the tall men beside them with utmost tenderness.
The forty-year-old City Lord had become corpulent, his belly comparable to a woman six or seven months pregnant, lecherously staring at a scantily clad dancing girl and eating the grapes she fed him.
The guests who came to offer their congratulations were bustling around, though not as many as expected.
The City Lord originally thought the guests had yet to arrive, but unexpectedly, a surprising birthday gift was presented to him by the people below.
This gift was said to have been sent by his son.
The City Lord was suspicious, thinking something was amiss.
His only son, although not particularly capable, was generally filial. How could he possibly miss his father's birthday celebration?
